It's a sloth life! Sometimes you just need to go with the flow!

Good morning all, thanks for joining me this beautiful Thursday morning! I hope you're doing great! This morning I know I have a few articles to get done, but wanted to get something quickly before I walked the dog, so I nudged ChatGPT for a little Slothly story! And Canva text to image for some images. I must admit, it's very tempting to use this more often! Anyways, here's "my" (ChatGPTs) first post for today!

Sloth's Wednesday Madness!

It was a typical Wednesday morning when Sloth woke up to the sound of his alarm clock. He groggily dragged himself out of bed and made his way to his home office, where he had a long list of work and blog tasks waiting for him.

Sloth was a freelance writer and blogger and always had a lot on his plate. But today was different. Today, he had a deadline for a new blog post that he just couldn't miss.

As he sat down at his desk and prepared to get to work, he noticed that something was off. His computer seemed to be running slower than usual, and he couldn't seem to load any websites.

"Ugh, not today," he thought to himself as he fiddled with his router and tried to troubleshoot the problem.

But no matter what he did, he just couldn't get his internet to work. Frustrated, he decided to take a break and make himself a cup of coffee.

As he waited for the coffee to brew, he couldn't help but notice the bag of weed sitting on his kitchen counter. It had been there for a while, and he had been meaning to smoke it. But he had always managed to resist the temptation... until now.

"What the hell, I can't work without the internet anyway," he thought to himself as he grabbed the bag and headed back to his office.

He lit up a joint and settled in to wait for his internet to come back. But as the minutes ticked by, he found himself getting more and more relaxed and less and less focused on his work.

"I'll just take a little break," he thought as he closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair.

Before he knew it, he was fast asleep and snoring loudly.

It wasn't until several hours later that Harold woke up to the sound of his phone buzzing. He groggily opened his eyes and saw that it was his editor, reminding him of his deadline.

"Shit!" he exclaimed as he sat up and looked at the clock. It was already 3pm, and his blog post was due in just a few hours.

Panicked, he frantically tried to pull together a decent post, but his mind was foggy and he couldn't seem to focus. He had procrastinated and smoked himself into a state of complete and total disarray.

In the end, he managed to cobble together something that was barely passable and submitted it just in time. But as he leaned back in his chair and let out a sigh of relief, he knew that this was not the way to work.

From now on, Harold vowed to be more disciplined and focused. But he also knew that he would always have a soft spot for procrastination and weed. After all, it wasn't every day that he got to be a sloth.

Slothfully slacking off one blog at a time! Sloth out!