Comfort.
Going to rain later.
I should get out and DO SOMETHING.
But I’m too comfortable.
Why move?
Lazy?
I don’t know.
I just lack the motivation.
I have comfort.
Makes it easy.
I should do something.
To get rid of the comfort?
Nah, Screw that!
I don’t want to be a monk.
Screw that.
There’s no comfort in that.