Lazy

I have often planned out posts in my head during idle moments, but I get somehow a weird satisfaction out of keeping it all in my head.
So it is not unusual to find me, during periods of great laziness, with a bright shining lightbulb over my head.
I think to myself, I'll blog about this!
In fact, I'll do it now.
I'd switch on my pc, log in, and suddenly feel all the energy drain out of me.
It is the equivalent of a moron, who, frying an egg, burns it in a matter of seconds and gives up all hope of ever cooking again.

However, today I have presevered, and a whisper goes around town, "Michelle is blogging again!"
I have resisted the allure of my books, and I will womanfully go on typing. I will not repine.

Still, fatigue is getting to me, and my resistance is breaking down.
The call of the books and the temptation to keep all pre-planned posts behind the iron bar of my mind is proving too self-sacrificing for me.
I am a selfish individual.
I will not tempt fate.*


Exit post.


* I wonder, how does one tempt fate?