Rise and shine， meatball.<br >Raise your lazy ass up.<br >Someday you ll be dead， but it s not today， so shake it.<br >Now make the bed.<br >Tuck in the ends， Tinkerbelle， that s right.<br >Now stumble into the bathroom.<br >Rub the electric razor along your face.<br >Go ahead， miss most the hair--why should today be any different?<br >Dip yourself in and out of the shower.<br >You want to smell like spring， don t you?<br >~qow， throw on some clothes. :，<br >No， not the ones you wore yesterday， this isn t college.<br >Slip on your shoes.<br >One on each foot， Einstein， that s right.<br >Now open the door.<br >What do you mean you can t?<br >You have to.<br >It s for the money， remember:<br >rent， food， nursing-home insurance.<br >There ll be no one taking care of you at the crummy end<br >That s the spirit， turn the knob， step out.<br >Shut the door behind you.<br >There.<br > Now you can smell it.<br > It s the world， maestro.<br > The whole packed ball burning up.<br > Go ahead. Breathe deeply.<br > You might as well.<br >For you<br > are in it.<br ><br >