Tuesday, August 30, 2005
Between my summer learning program and college, I find myself with around a month free, during which no one is willing to give me a job and I don't really have anything to do with my time. Now, once upon a time, I could spend whole summers lazing about reading and playing on the computer and have no guilt about it at all. Even getting dressed was considered something of an accomplishment for the day. But now, alas, something has changed. I can still manage to waste an entire day, but something, I do not know what, has inserted an element of guilt and now I feel bad that I wasted an entire day. I have taken to reading classics and non-fiction just to justify myself, and constantly debate starting big projects. It's all very puzzling.