Sloth - My favorite deadly sin

I stayed up until 5 am this morning. I can't remember how long it's been since I've been up that late. Needless to say, I didn't get out of bed until almost 1 o'clock. So today....

I did nothing!

I spent most of the day sitting on my bed, trying to convince myself to clean my room. I have a small bedroom, so it only takes about 3 things out of place to make it look like a disaster area. Today it looked like my closet had thrown up on the rest of the room. Not a single surface was visible under all of my scattered garments. This did concern me, but not enough to rouse me from the over-sized pillow I was leaning against and actually straighten up. I do have to commend myself for making it to the studio sofa in order to eat my dinner, but then was back to my bed, this time with a book.

The story is a rather sweet but cheesy tale of love written by a local author. I enjoy her books in that most of them are set here. The characters frequent places I've actually been. It's my favorite way to let off the stress of the work week. So 2 hours and 6 chapters later, I finally decided that I could at least fold the clean towels that were glaring at me from the basket on the floor. Yes they glare, I dare you to prove otherwise.

So at 10 pm, I was finally productive. Folding towels led to folding sweaters, which led to rearranging all the shelves in my closet. This is why I should never start folding. One thing leads to another and all of the sudden I've taken everything from the left side of my room and moved it to the right side. After this, of course, everything that was on the right, now has to go to the left. There goes my beautiful day of slothfulness...folding one towel and I'm doomed to an evening of organizing. So to protect yourself from this awful fate, to protect your slothfulness, I beg you, just throw your towels on the floor and leave them there.

Speaking of towels...

I think it's time for a bath.