Well, when I talk about how busy I am where I can't do the things I want to, at the time when I bitch about not having the time to do said things, I have to think about times like this evening, and really all Sunday evenings during the summer months, where I really could have gotten out of my ass and done stuff, but didn't.
After dinner I went into my bedroom and watched 60 Minutes. I would've watched The Simpsons, but I got so sleepy that I fell asleep around 6:45, only to wake at 8:15.
Here I came upon a crossroads. There was nothing on TV I wanted to watch, so that left me with a lot of time on my hands. I could've blogged on the Internet, caught up with reconciling my day planner, even read some of the magazines I have lying about. Shit, I could've taken a shower. Did I do any of that? No. I was tooling on my smartphone while listening to Sunday Night Baseball on the radio. That whiled me away through 10 o'clock, where I finally decided to get up ... and change my clothes before lying back down on my bed.
I'm a lazy guy. I admit it. But I haven't even crawled back into bed and I already feel guilty about not doing something sooner. And now it's too late because I have to go to bed now. Fuck me.
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