Lying in bed this morning, my brain wandered to that handjob song I posted yesterday, and then to my own sexual abilities, and now it doesn’t want to get out of bed in part because it’s telling me I’m terrible at sex and now I’m sad.
Um, brain? You do know we’re not a prostitute, right? Even if we ARE bad in bed, that’s not really gonna come (heh) into play during our workday. We probably will not be evaluated on sexual prowess today. And staying IN bed alone really isn’t going to help us improve.
Please get up. We can lament being crap at sex once we’ve had coffee.
(What? This doesn’t happen to everyone?)