In my "I want to bed/couch rot and let everything go to hell" era so instead I laid in bed til 10:30am, made myself get up because my grandmother was coming over, cleaned the house for an hour, she came over and I've been couch rotting for the last... Nearly two hours.
Still got loads of stuff to do.
So I pulled out the tried and true phrase that will always make me get up and Do Stuff™️:
"How many times did Arthur feel like this? And how many times did he get up to do what needed doing anyway?"
It'll make me get up and be productive within ten seconds of me saying it to myself out loud 🥺🖤
Arthur's always there, even now... Even after all this time 😭😭😭 the love is going absolutely nowhere.













