I had a little battle with myself early this morning about going out to write before work. This took place on the couch in the living room where I stumbled before I was able to focus my eyes and make it to the shower. (That was strike one.)
Bad Me: Let’s stay here and just not get up.
Good Me: We have to get up. We have that chapter to work on and we can’t afford to lose any days.
Bad Me: Forget it. I’m tired.
Good Me: So am I, but you’ll thank me later if you help me get us up.
A minute passes. I don’t move an inch.
Good Me: Hello? Did you fall asleep again?
Bad Me: There is no way I’m moving from this spot before eight o’clock. Bitch all you want, but we’re staying.
Good Me: Please? I’ll get you chocolate.
Bad Me: (silence)
Good Me: Fine, but I’m not taking the blame for this.
Bad Me: Great. Now shut your trap. I’m trying to sleep.
The End
(And, yeah, I’m pissed.)
But you must sleep! Without sleep, you run the risk of ending up like me.
Annika, who says I don’t want to be like you? Don’t tempt me! 😉
This sounds like me this morning. Grrr, I hate evil me.
That made me laugh. How true of our inner struggles. Been there many, many times. Too many.