Everybody is an excuse maker.
I won’t blog today because I have work in a few hours and I want to vegetate.
I won’t tidy up the kitchen because I already cleaned it yesterday (and anyway it’s not that messy, the bin smells but I know that it’s the chicken from three days ago. I know what the smell is, so the smell isn’t so bad.)
I don’t feel like writing today.
I won’t call today because I feel sleepy.
It’s cold outside.
I don’t feel “sociable” today.
I can’t think of anything to write.
I’m hungover.
I’ll do it in the New Year.
It’s the New Year. I’ll do it when I’m not drunk.
I’m drunk.
This is the way I want things to be.
I’m tired.
I don’t look too bad with a belly.
46% of your daily salt intake isn’t so bad. Salt is natural.
I’ll wake up in fifteen minutes.
I’ll try harder next time.
I’m not feeling it.
