this morning #402.

this morning, coasting through most of his day was already sounding like a fine way to make it through to tomorrow. sometimes, a little effort was a little too much to ask. today was one of those sometimes, fertile ground for an exploration of all the ways he could practice sloth. work wasn’t going to demand much from him, so he wasn’t going to demand much of himself either. at best, he would start in on the long-delayed project of categorizing his ever-expanding record collection. at worst, he would plant himself on the couch for an unhealthy spell of resident evil village & catch himself around 11pm feeling burnt & guilty, promising to do better tomorrow.