What if you want to go back to bed at ten o'clock in the morning to eat pizza?

There are those days when you know within a minute of waking up: I could skip this day. And that is not only better for myself, but also much more pleasant for the rest of the world. Well, you catch me on exactly such a day.

At six o'clock my alarm went off, which I promptly set back to seven. While meditating, I felt short of breath halfway through the breathing exercise, so I stopped. And three minutes after my breakfast, I was hungry again (hunger doesn't exist here). I would love to complain non-stop to everyone I see, call, or email. Only I know that my reputation as an upbeat, balanced, and cheerful person will be ruined, so I don't do it.

I tried broths, I tried breaks, I tried drinking a lot of water. I gave myself kicks in the behind. Nothing works. That's why I just called upon the expert advice of the internet, and you know what Google says? Indulge in self-pity for a moment, don't be so hard on yourself, do what you feel like, and treat yourself.

You understand that I let myself slide under the covers in my jogging pants, turn on a bad Netflix series that I don't have to think about, and order pizza. And come on, maybe just before the curfew, I'll stop by my friends at MJ Amsterdam for a divine facial treatment.

I already feel better now. Thanks, Google.