I'd much rather live like this

And so I said to myself, Oh, it's evening. The sun has gone to sleep and so should I, it's way past my bedtime. And whilst putting on my most comfortable clothes I go on, Now that I have rotted the whole day, it's time to eat cake, listen to all the right music and do lots of great things that make me happy and take away my sleep. And I proceed to do a Five hundred piece puzzle, write novels and draw until my fingers are numb. Then I go to sleep, fulfilled, covered in ink and paints, with a thousand ideas and music in my head. When the sun wakes me short hours later I stay in bed too long, then drink my coffe black together with my breakfast at lunchtime. I then rot in bed all day, reading and listening to music, having forgotten all my ideas of last night.