I don't want to go to work today. I don't want to take out the trash, make breakfast, or walk the dog. I don't want to water the flowers, take something out for dinner, or mop the kitchen floor.
The Famous Author doesn't want to work today either. He doesn't want to write or edit or promote. He's sick of it.
We're going to the beach. Play in the sand, swim, and talk to half-naked women.
(If you must read about actual work, click on this link to see what TFA thinks of Chinese noodles).