Good morning, folks! Yesterday, I was so wiped out I nearly became part of the office furniture. You’d think the sensible thing to do was to go home and rest, right? But nope, I decided to embark on a grand adventure… to the depths of my computer screen, achieving a grand total of zilch.
Ah yes, the art of procrastination mixed with a dash of existential crisis. I’ve got it down to a science. You see, shame is this fun little gremlin that whispers, “Hey, you’re not doing okay,” and instead of confronting it, I choose noble activities like a 6-hour bike marathon because my mirror and I had a disagreement. Shame’s like that relative who shows up uninvited to every family gathering, telling you how to live your life. Well, I’ve become quite the host, serving tea and cookies to my shame, making it feel right at home.
Anyway, here’s to mastering the art of self-inflicted shame and turning it into a somewhat questionable form of motivation. Have a spectacular day, everyone, and remember, if you’re going to ride the bike of shame, at least enjoy the scenery!
Boneshakerbike 
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