It seems like I can't get anything done, unless I reward myself with more supine time on the tempurpedic. Empty the dishwasher- 10 back to bed minutes. Fold the laundry 5 more minutes. Take a shower (yes I have to bribe myself to do this, back to bed in my terry robe to wait til I am dry. I am addicted to the bed the way I was addicted to American Idol. It is the key motivator in my life. I bring my big lap top with me to pay bills and manage my emails and work stuff. I can't sit at the desk anymore, everything is done in bed. I eat all meals in bed, read and watch TV in bed, it is my epicenter. The rest of the house does not appeal to me. I did get up and travel to the back room to watch AI last night partly out of guilt, partly for the bigger picture. Yes I am addicted to my bed. Or is it a prison that I willlingly lock myself into?
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