At what point, dearest, does one say to oneself, "I am just too freaking lazy?"
Oh, yes...when one is worn to a nub holding a book.
And look at that picture! She's not even reading a book! It's a couple of sheets of paper! If she were reading the Oxford English Dictionary, maybe I could see it. But come on!!!!
And she's got decent arms. It's not like she's suffering some debilitating disease, fer chrissakes.
Look, I know I'm lazy. I know I spend a fair amount of time figuring out ways of doing as little as humanly possible. I know part of my hatred and loathing of the gym and all things exercise are related to my laziness. But, again, come on!!! Even I'm not this bad.
Ooo! I just found a boundary. How...unsettling, really.
I'd best go lie down until it goes away.