Letters of Complaint, vol.4
I like you, I really do. You help me to finish books in 24 hours, and to watch whole seasons of shows in mere days. It's you that makes my fuzzy robe just too comfortable to take off at all, and my bangs just not yet greasy enough to wash. You help me to just. not. care. And I thank you for it.
That being said, I am an adult after all. Sometimes it gets a little silly, this putting off schoolwork/housework thing. Why don't we set up a schedule, you and I? We'll each pick certain days, and that way the week will be wonderfully balanced.
I really dont feel like doing it right now, though. Remind me later, k?
All the best,