When I'm not working? I sleep in until 2 or 3 P.M. My bed grips me like a cunt. When I finally break free, I head to the kitchen. It is sober days when I realize how obsessive I am. My focus is a bowl of Frosted Flakes with milk poured to the rim, but what do I find? Trash, clutter, various junks that have no place on kitchen counters but sit dandy in the garbage can only ten feet away from the farthest counter. Needless to say, I clean. I'll fold clothes, vacuum, wash whatever dishes are laying around, clean my mom's car. If something needs to be done, I am more than able to do it. That alone should inspire the willingness to perform.