This is the second day in a row I've laid on my couch, watched movies, and ate junk. Today, I didn't even bother to put a shirt on. My amazing ability to justify my actions, no matter how lazy, leaves me with no feelings of guilt or remorse. If I didn't have to go back to work tomorrow, I'd probably extend my sloth for another day. I know I'll eventually get back into a gym routine; I just don't see the need to rush things.