The Freedom To Sleep Late

Though rather tepid, this aspect of my life, I coon sitter tubby cool and hoop fully ye (unknown reader will quickly warm) e'en if thee option to stay abed might cuz ya to drool though this re: son hubble mister rhyme stir (in this instance) enjoyably playing the role of "FAKE" fool barely breaking a cerebral sweat, sans minimally exerting mine mental capacity, (which got set to cruise control) luxuriating at exemption, space/ time continuum junction, and option to arise whenever I want, joyfully cries, sans this pleasure to exercise allowance to avoid "rat race," (though mine circadian rhythm usually jostles me (Joe Cur) awake mid morning, when dream state flies away Chuck Norris lies, no explanation to include above name sake), this will be my oh chew weary, boot before thy demise lemme summarily apprise circumstances (moost NOT envied by other gals and guise) cuz receiving social security disability (predicated on major panic attacks, social anxiety, and schizoid personality disorder NOT tubby confused with schizophrenia) defies explanation former severe debilitating, harrowing, and lacerating symptoms decreased with medication, yet the better (or rather worse) part of my life, argh...time to shies and Ryan!