Looking back on the past two weeks that I had off from work, I keep wondering what on earth did I do with myself that kept me feeling so busy yet not accomplishing much of what I had planned? I still have yet to write any more pages for the bloody thesis, my new room still needs a lot of work, the basement hasn't been painted, and I didn't do any work on my photos. I blame the TV for keeping me up to the wee hours and then I blame myself for taking too long to make decisions once I woke up around noon. The time off didn't feel like much of a vacation being that there was always so much to do. But there wasn't any choice in the matter being that a lot of little things had piled up on my to-do list since working pretty serious hours for nine straight weeks. Give me another two weeks. This time, I'll just abandon all my resposibilities and go away.
