I’m really quite pathetic. I’ve done nothing with my day apart from watch tv and play games. It’s just not really on, and I feel terrible for it, but then that’s my own fault really. And the worst thing is I have a right to do nothing today. I mean, I’ve got no lectures/seminars and I went to the gym yesterday, rendering my arms utterly useless today. So why do I feel guilty?
So I got up at 9am, which isn’t too bad really, even though I prefer an 8am start, and from there I just moved to my computer chair and spent most of the rest of the day there. I think that might be the biggest problem; I’ve had minimal human contact today. I spent an hour or so playing Xbox with my housemate, but apart from that and the voices in my computer screen (lovely voices though they are), I’ve not really spent any time with anyone. I think that’s probably accounting for 25% of my guilt for the day.
About 50% of it is down to the past week. Working from Friday-Monday and then having Uni work the next two days means that this is the first day I’ve had to myself in a week. I’d got into a routine, and when it just suddenly gets cut off, I don’t really know what to do with myself. I played a bit of WAR, which I’ve been wanting to for a few days now, but had been put off by the MASSIVE queues (bastards). But with my server being cloned today, I don’t really have that problem. Anyway, enough geek talk.
So a day without even getting dressed is an indulgence, like rich chocolate, or sweets. Too much of it and you start to feel guilty and then sick. I think laziness works the same way. In the same way some people can stuff their faces with chocolate and be nary the worse for it, some people can’t handle more than a day of being lazy without having to do something. I have a friend who can literally lie on a bed doing nothing for hours at a time. I have no idea how he does it. Maybe he just likes being bored.
So yes, I’ve done nothing today and now I’m writing about it. I’m sure that’s somewhat ironic but I really can’t be bothered to figure out the nuances of the statement. T’ra.
The Poisoned Sponge 
I can’t remember the last time I spent an entire day in my pjs. I think the closest was when I sat in bed watching Dirty Sexy Money till 1 in the afternoon back in March.
Good times.