It Came From Outer Space

It came again today.
It knows I hate it.
Of all days to upset my plans.
It chose today.
I wanted to just lay around and watch movies today and I have a pile of movies to watch.
But It came.
I'm forced to be motivated.
I've cleaned, Ive cooked, and I've started my laundry.
I may even have to go outside.
All because of It.
It is a thorn in my side on a would be lazy day.
It is what most want.
It is what many worship.
It is not for me.
Not today.
It is the space invader of my dark.
It is the glare on my screen.
It is a sunny day.
Oh well, It happens.

[I suppose I could set up an extra television down in the dungeon.]