It is hard for me to motivate myself to do things when I get home from work. Things like call RITA and ask questions about my taxes, call a dentist or optometrist to schedule appointments, do research and apply to take classes to get my teaching license.
I like to relax, and when the house is clean and dishes done, the last thing I want to be doing is filling out a loan consolidation application on the chest that I use for a coffee table. The last thing I want to do is be on hold for 20 minutes while some tempchimp working for RITA figures out some excuse for telling me why she can’t answer my question, and the last thing I want to do is toil through innumerable pop-up prompts on my computer, getting redirected through 4 different sites and 4 separate login screens in a quest to find an in-network dentist or optometrist. I just want to sit on my ass and read, or practice guitar, or [if I had someone for to cook or with to run] cooking or running. But life is red tape and my entitlement gland must be acting up lately. Struggle and friction keep the universe going. So when I sit on my ass I guess I’m contributing to the heat-death of the universe. So if I do stuff I suppose I’m directly perpetuating the existence of the universe. So I guess I should do stuff.