I'm sitting in a recliner with the legs up, with a huge bag of smokehouse almonds on the end table and a 12-pack of Oberon chilling in the fridge. I don't start work at the new place until next Monday.
I'd feel like a total hypocrite telling you to get out of bed. Enjoy it mang.
Because minute by minute, second by second, your life is slowly ticking away towards your inevitable death. That's a day you'll never get back, time you could have spent doing something that will leave you with a sense of fulfillment so that when you do finally meet your inevitable demise you can look back and feel your time was well spent.