horza's just woken up and told me that Hertfordshire has exploded.
I've had days like this before. Lazy days with nothing happening in life. Plenty of them at university, waking up when the day was already dying and skinning up as night fell, doing nothing with my life. Up, laze around, watch TV, get online, get stoned or drunk, sleep. I could afford them then. I can't now. I have too much to do, both online and off. I would say I don't have the luxury, but it isn't a luxury to waste time like that. It's a crime. I have to kick myself into thinking, because just having people around isn't enough for me to brainstorm. I refuse to burn what time I have on doing nothing. If I relax, I accomplish something when doing so — even if that is just talking for a day with someone. If I set out to do something, it's the doing that matters. If I do nothing, nothing at all, I've nobody but myself to blame.
I can do nothing when I die. Before then I have more than enough to take up my time. Just got to force myself to keep on running. I don't want to see what happens when I stop.