So let's stop that.
A couple weeks ago I curled up in bed to read after having an impossibly long and exhausting day, and I posted this picture:
I don't know about you, but this Tuesday has just worn me out. So I'm giving myself the night off to curl up with a good book.
What it looks like is going on: I have all the time in the world for leisure activities like reading. I don't waste my time with mindless activities like binge watching Friends on Netflix. Oh you do? You know you're killing your brain. Also, I only wear pajamas that match my bedding, because I am just that fancy. I wouldn't be caught dead in sweatpants and a t-shirt. And, of course my glasses are just as fashionable as my nighttime attire.
The truth about my square life: I had had a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. I got home to be reminded that I hadn't gone to the grocery store, I hadn't done laundry, and I hadn't cleaned my apartment in about a week. I made a half-hearted attempt to do some of those things, gave up, ordered a pizza, and crawled into bed with the whole pizza and Gone Girl. I ate the pizza out of the box in my bed, read for half an hour. Then decided that I was too tired to read, and turned on Netflix. Oh, and I ate the whole pizza...
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