Stumped
The Imagination Prompt Generator suggests:
Name three reasons why you should get out of bed tomorrow…
1. Um.
2. Errr.
3. I dunno.
And there you have it, ladies and gentleman! Blog post gold.
Ok, ok. I’ll be less of a smart alec and put a little thought into it.
1. Cuz I gotta get paid and they kind of require my shiny little face all up in this place in order to make the cash flow my way. (oooh! Lyrical!)
2. I gotta get up sometime, I guess.
3. A girl’s gotta eat. And The Good Man has requested no eating in bed due to my general messiness and overall crumb production.
You see, I generally don’t bother finding a good reason to get out of bed. There are no good reasons. I don’t wanna get out of bed, I want to find reasons to stay tucked in.
I tend to approach rising from the rack in the same manner as Amarante, the old man in the book (and movie) Milagro Beanfield War.
He rises from his bed all wild haired and crazy eyed and shuffles toward the mirror. At the basin he washes his face then tentatively takes a look in the mirror. If he can see his own reflection, he knows he’s still alive.
Upon seeing his reflection, he grunts and says, “Thank you God, for letting me have another day.”
Then I stumble outside to talk to a New Mexican trickster spirit. Or, barring that, climb on BART and go to work.
Tomorrow is another day and I’m still stumped for reasons why I would want to get out of bed.
Image from Apartment Therapy.
