Confusion

I don't always understand myself.

I wake up on days that I have to work, and wish that I had the day off so I could sit around, wallow in comfort, and catch up on reading.

Then, when I do have days off, I spend them hunting down busy-work because the thought of sitting around and doing nothing but reading makes me feel incredibly guilty and lazy.

This results in me actually accomplishing relatively little, still feeling fairly guilty, and not actually getting any reading done.

I've had enough of my mind's wembling. I'm shutting this computer off, giving up on tasks, and finishing my current book. No more self-imposed agendas until I hit the last page.....

We'll see if I can actually do this.