It gets me every time

When I am exhausted and don't want to do anything, doing nothing is exactly what I don't want to do. At any cost, thinking is to be avoided. Not thinking crosses out otherwise doable tasks: lying in bed, peeling potatoes, masturbating. Drinking wine is technically doing something, but if you don't remember it, it doesn't count. No, at times like these, I prefer to roll my ankles to pop them six times each before cracking my spine while memorizing the contents of Perez Hilton, TMZ, People, and the awful Socialite Life before eating an Oreo cookie and furthering my research on Steve Martin. Finally I will make a cup of instant decaf and declare to myself, "Now that's relaxation."