I can't shake the feeling that I am waisting my precious hours of the day. I don't want to clean my disgusting house. I don't want to plan my meals for the next week (although that would really help out). I wrestle with the need to exercise, and the lack of motivation.
All I want to do is relax in a warm bath with a good, make me feel intelligent, (anyone know any?) book. With some nice scent looming around me.
BUBBLES. JETS. SNACKS.
Oh, wouldn't it be nice?