Begining a New Day

The hardest part of my day is getting out of bed.  Once I'm up and getting dressed, I can rely on routine to get me through the rest of the day.  I might not be very productive, but it's more than if I stayed in bed all week.  I enjoy my job to some degree, but my motivation is defective. What reason is there for continued existance on this path?  Why postpone death when it is inevitable? So I lay there and struggle against the weight of the world.  Any particular thing is not enough by itself, but the crass consumerism or mindless breeding seem to be the only viable options while waiting for the end.