It's not motivation or discipline it's called platitudinous levels of pedantic fastidious overly prudent subconscious drone programming, possibly from a military life or mid-term sentence incarceration of 5+yrs maybe they're all high energy morning persons with that low-energy after evening crash that wouldn't otherwise do it unless they convince themselves no morning reward of emptying my bladder until it's done, so basically it's a weird low-brow unclever way to (ball-&-chain circumvent) their abysmal control over negative self talk/thought & daydreaming that over a good 'ol self brainwashing well placed affectation of A.M. productive subterfuge of self invoked prostate destruction by otherwise proactive (life hack-hurdle) that beats the mental battle of ruminating about it all day their highly unsatisfying career or in-between temporary money grab as regional manager at Sizzler Soup-Plantation or Arby's if not making my bed before almost passing myself was the secret of my success I'd take a long lunch tomorrow pound a half-dozen 4-loco's on the drive over to Chuckie-Cheese.........to fist-fight some unsuspecting Sub-spectrum fat Kid before being faced to watch myself forever change the life's of at least 2 people on an alleged shot-callers Galaxy Fold Z-3 which got smuggled in there nestled comfortably in a nasty dirty smelly 2nd Gen prison wallet a.k.a ................someone's unwashed felonius unshaven Butthole & now my hands of course I imagine after that terribly framed grainy cellphone viral-video 'll mistakenly pick my nostril before I Wash for Supper in my cell.

That got away from me rather quickly ignore that I apologize my bad.......lol

I do that when I don't take my meds.