you know they are there.
if you have them, that is...
they are always in the back of your mind...
the sirens of the home... (well, the non-lethal variety)
luring you in, and rendering you useless...
calling to you, and their allure easy enough to overcome, but when the will is not strong, they wrap you in their folds and pillows, and you are finished.
the attraction is so clear, and yet you know you should not...
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they really should put warning labels on comfortable couches and beds.
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throw in a good book, a good movie, or a good video game and it is almost unfair...
The ultimate demotivator and energy drainer.
This is all contingent, of course, on the fact that the couch is clean, but if you can handle it, I guess any comfortable couch will do...
Out of sight out of mind works best to overcome the magnetism of these items, but just knowing that they are there is, decidedly, not to your advantage.
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for me, landing on the couch is the white flag of the day.
despite all of my good intentions and motivated thoughts, the second I hit my couch...
they all disappear...
the second I hit my bed, I am done until my alarm goes off the next day...
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they very much seem like the recharing cradles for humans.
you drop your PDA or cellphone on the cradle and you get power for the next day or so...
you drop me on my couch or bed, and I am good for 16 hours... give or take (mostly take though)...
if you consider that I spend 8-10 hours at the office this gives me anywhere from 5-7 hours to accomplish many tasks (taking out time to actually eat)... [more if you get less sleep, but long term, it probably reduces your ability to complete tasks.]
this really should be enough time to do many, many things.
throw the couch or bed in the mix, and you lose, automatically, two to three hours... [less if you have more drive]
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this means that I must not head to the couch or bed first thing after getting home in order for anything to be done.
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I have employed the use negative reinforcement via 9-volt batteries to adminster shock treatments by way of my tongue.
plugging my ears with wax or tying myself to a post does not seem to aid these matters any...
Wednesday, July 21, 2004
siren song...
posted @ 11:02 by ryan in [ A journey into the mind... ]
