Four of Seven Sins

I don't want to do that

I don't want to go out

There are things to be done

But they can wait until tomorrow

I don't feel like doing much

I don't feel like doing anything at all

I might get up to eat

But don't ask me to do more

The to-do list keeps growing

Much faster than I feel like moving

Things will get done

Once I feel like doing more

Then sitting here