Do you ever have those bits of time when you think something like 'Ooh, I'll just check that fact on Wikipedia...' and then one thing leads to another, three hours pass, and you wonder what the hell you're doing with your life? This weekend has been like an extended version of that.
It's not that it hasn't been FUN, it's just been...pointless. Last night, a friend of mine came round for tea, and we ended up spending about seven hours sat in my room doing absolutely sod all. We weren't even talking bollocks about life, politics, religion, romance and all that stuff -- I think our conversation hit it's deepest point when drooling over a YouTube video of some guy that used to teach us biology.
I get so frustrated with myself on days like this - my head's always screaming, "GO OUTSIDE! WRITE! WORK! MAKE SOMETHING OF YOUR LIFE!" and my body's like, "Nah, think I'll just check out BBC iPlayer thanks." I know that if I don't do anything I'll continue to feel lethargic and lazy, but if I don't stop feeling lethargic and lazy then I won't do anything. It's a vicious circle.
How's that for a first world problem?
Sunday, 5 February 2012
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