Annoyed at myself
There’s so much stuff I could be doing. Things I’ve promised others that I’d do; things I’ve promised myself. Most of it would be pretty interesting, too. But I just want to escape it all and do… nothing. It’s just so easy to lose a day watching episode after episode of some TV show, or playing a game for hours on end. It’s like I have an aversion to working on interesting projects, and I must find some way to defeat it.
I have no such aversion to juggling (possibly because it comes under the category of wasting your time), but so far today I’ve managed to hit my nose and thumb painfully hard with flying clubs, and taken a nail-shaped chunk of skin off my finger.