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I feel so incredibly lazy. I should be looking for work...oh, wait a minute, I already did that this morning. It hasn't hit the stressful point yet where not having a paycheque means not paying bills, but it feels very decadent to have all this free time for me.
Now don't get me wrong, I've gotten stuff done like finished off the thank you notes from the funeral donations and prepped/primed the walls in the living room for some touch up painting. It just seems, though, like I'm not doing enough with my time, that I should be out there pounding the pavement looking for something that I know I'll despise because it puts money in the bank.
I guess what it boils down to is a little bit of a guilty feeling because it seems I'm being slothful while
fuzzpsych is slogging away at the Hell that Goes Up. I could go back, if I wanted, but I just can't.
Now don't get me wrong, I've gotten stuff done like finished off the thank you notes from the funeral donations and prepped/primed the walls in the living room for some touch up painting. It just seems, though, like I'm not doing enough with my time, that I should be out there pounding the pavement looking for something that I know I'll despise because it puts money in the bank.
I guess what it boils down to is a little bit of a guilty feeling because it seems I'm being slothful while
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