Everybody is an excuse maker.
I won’t blog today because I have work in a few hours and I want to vegetate.
I won’t tidy up the kitchen because I already cleaned it yesterday (and anyway it’s not that messy, the bin smells but I know that it’s the chicken from three days ago. I know what the smell is, so the smell isn’t so bad.)
I don’t feel like writing today.
I won’t call today because I feel sleepy.
It’s cold outside.
I don’t feel “sociable” today.
I can’t think of anything to write.
I’ll do it in the New Year.
It’s the New Year. I’ll do it when I’m not drunk.
This is the way I want things to be.
I don’t look too bad with a belly.
46% of your daily salt intake isn’t so bad. Salt is natural.
I’ll wake up in fifteen minutes.
I’ll try harder next time.
I’m not feeling it.