Not doing my violin practice

Today I'm not doing my violin practice. In fact, between writing a boring blog and doing my violin practice, I choose writing a boring blog. So that's why I'm writing this right now.
I simply don't understand why I'm not doing my violin practice - apart from the fact it sounds like a dying cat with strep throat and I usually injure myself in some way or another - because I generally quite like it. The fact that I clear the room within about ten seconds is a definite bonus. And when I move onto double stop scales, everyone's doors seem to shut at once.
Sometimes, on a hot day, I yawn and stretch my bow up to the ceiling, forgetting that the fan is still on. Then my bow gets a good beating and I have to quickly riffle through the insurance papers to check that if the cracked bit on the end did eventually fall off, I might be able to get it back.
Other days I get a crick neck from playing it for so long, and I can't turn around so I walk like a constipated robot all day. Or my scales become so monotonous I fall asleep while playing. Many people