In effort to combat the evil I-don't-want-to-do-anything feeling I have immediately upon entering my house each night, I'm working overtime. Technically not, I'm just going to stay at work an extra hour and write. Puts me getting home later which is an ick, but I'm not doing anything there anyway.
Course I could also be heading full tilt into burnout, which I also seem to develop when I think the goal hasn't been reached in the unrealistic timetable I have set for it. Okay 4 years of university wasn't unrealistic, but still. So it looks like it's Chad's responsibility to yank me out into the real world.
Excuse me, time to write.
Read Free!
The BookWorm
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