Sheesh. . . All the damn time I feel like I'm too busy to do the things that I want to-- I'm always working, wishing like hell that i could be doing something else. . . and tonight, when I actually have some free time, I'm too damn lazy to do anything besides sit around and drink beer, and screw around on the internet. It's a good thing I have such a keen appreciation for irony. I swear, I'd be a much more functional, happy and productive person if our solar days were about four hours longer-- then I'd be able to get everything done that I need to, get the eight hours of sleep that I crave, and still have time to do sweet, sweet nothing.
Yea, I'm a bum. . .
Yea, I'm a bum. . .