This week I’m suffering from my recurring free-time-syndrome. There are so many things I’d like to do and since it’s the reading week, I theoretically could do, but somehow I find myself unable to.
My head is buzzing with ideas and I feel that by the time I sit down to think something through, make notes, there’s already something else that either needs or wants to be done. It’s a torment in itself and on the top of it, I actually feel guilty and stupid for even making such a big deal out of it in my head and not being able to get over it and enjoy the free time. That’s one serious confession here, but there you go.
I actually felt so restless yesterday and so badly torn between different things I could do that I simply gave up and went to sleep at 9:40 pm. And I slept for 11 hours.