Long Distance Swimming.

While I'm talking about my lack of commitment to doing things I might as well bring this up.

I bought a pair of swimming shorts round about April this year. And I must say they look good. They're neat, they're a nice colour, they never have a crease in them, yep the way they've lay in that drawer for the past eight months they look mighty fine to me.

I said I was going to go every Thursday night, Michelle's at work till late so I've got the time to myself. I wake up Thursday morning, I'm getting ready for work, grabbing a lunch and I think

'I could put my trunks and a towel in a bag and go straight from work'

then an other voice says

'You don't have time to lift those trunks and towel from a
drawer and put them into a readily available bag'.

I call this voice sloth (after the sin, one of the seven deadly not the big monster guy from 'The Goonies').

I finish work, I go home, I think 'I'll just grab my stuff and go.

'Check your email.'

'I checked it in work.'

'Check again, there could be precious useless information you may have missed'

'Well...'

So I check it and the sites I always look at (www.cinescape.com & www.newsarama.com plus other like minded sites) read a few articles, maybe watch a trailer then turn it off.

'I'll be on my way then.'

'Oh look! An X-Box! You haven't played that in a while...'

I'm weak and soft and getting softer by the week (and not just metaphorical, if my stomach grows any larger Michelle may be lost in the cavern that will be my belly button)

I need to find whatever the thing is that makes people do things they really probably can't be arsed doing. Any ideas?