My toe hurts - Lazyness: An Essay

'Cause that skilless muppet Edward steamrolled me. Won't be picking him.
Also my calf hurts, cause Ian (who I keep calling Neil depsite them looking nothing alike) caught me in his earnest to win the ball on Monday. I will be picking him.

This makes me realise I have forgotten just how injury prone I am after a year away from playing football. Also my groin is a bit tender, all along that right leg is stuffed atm, esp. given the knee situation.

Lazyness
So as I was explaining to Steph, and described here for all of you, I need something to play. I love playing games, deal with it.
Something else I love is being lazy. Yet, paradoxically I also hate the sloth in me. I hate getting in the shower. But once I am there good luck getting me out. "Turn off the water" I hear you thinking to yourself. But I am stubborn enough to anticipate the loss of water and quickly step out of the shower's path at the first drop of sub-optimal-temperature water. So stubborn, I have on occassion remained in the corner of the shower for as long as it will take for the hot water to return, even turning off the shower and pretending to be finished only to resume when the heated flow is re-established. I can spend hours in a shower.
I can totally deal with luxury. Luxury is great. I could totally go a regular scalp massage. I love the feeling of getting my haircut, so much so I usually close my eyes for the entirety of a hair cut. Sometimes this has unwanted consequences.

So to return to my point, I come home these days, after a day of uni, followed by a few hours in the park with a ball at about 9pm or later, and all I want to do is be lazy for 2 hours. I'll typically be on my computer, eating my oversized dinner portion because I have eaten no breakfast, a pathetically small lunch, and been exercising for several hours, and going through my daily list of soccer and comic pages and reading my email. This is what I call passive lazyness. I can easily spread this from a 30 minute session to a 2 hour haul where I'm starting to read about Bahrains world cup qualifying campaign like I give a shit. But during this time I look at the clock and think, "I better get a move on, I'll only have 2 hours to be lazy!", and then I move into active lazyness. In a role reversal, active lazyness infact requres less physical effort than passive lazyness, but it's different because after a good session of being actively lazy, I feel rested. Another way of looking at it is as a time to turn off my brain. It's important for me to turn off my brain regularly, because I've inherited my father's "Brain the size of a planet"* and it can be a burden being a genius all the time. It really can.

Also
Got my car back from repairers. No more shit bucket Holden for me. Finished the day with 20c in my pocket (shit you not). Back to the bottom of the bank balance for me. My home away from home.

*Mine's larger.