…..when he awoke in the morning the weather outside was cold, drizzly, disagreeable……depressing as hell really. He decided it would be a good day to stay inside and do something productive in that comfortable environment, yet nothing instantly sprang to mind that even remotely piqued his interest. Such being the case, he rolled over in bed and resolved to go back to sleep, even though his body felt well-rested and he wasn’t the least bit tired anymore. After all, why fight such a tantalizing impulse and pretend to be all gung-ho when there was nothing better to do than lay in bed and contemplate abstract issues?…..
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