My watch, just now, upon having determined via vile sorcery that I was awake but not yet out of bed, just vibrated on my wrist to suggest that I get out of bed and move around for one (1) minute. This is related to my health somehow. I note, looking at it now, that apparently getting up at 3:30 in the morning to take a piss apparently also counted as exercise. It was certainly difficult, I’ll agree to that.
And here’s the real bullshit: I did it. I have left my warm, cozy bed, a bed that had an attractive woman in it, and now I’m up. Because my watch decided to tell me to.
I don’t mind when my watch wakes me up with an alarm; that’s part of what it’s for and I set those on purpose. I’m not sure how I feel about the idea that it basically just told me to get my lazy ass out of bed on a day when I’m not supposed to go to work and don’t have to take the boy to school. Part of me thinks that’s neat and the rest of me feels like it’s probably the first five minutes of a Black Mirror episode about a dystopia.