I woke up early enough (by my standards) and made my chai. Stared outside for a while, then made a few phone calls. Someone was coming to buy my T.V. The prospective buyer paid me the money and said she'd come back with help to carry it off. I decided to watch as much TV as I could until she came to get it. This was the last of my big possessions and I was happy to be done with it. She called few hours later and asked if she could have her money back, saying there was some family emergency. How does one refuse that? I told her she could come back and take her money. I lazed on the futon and watched more TV, feeling that happy feeling of just being granted a deadline extension. I have time-sensitive stuff to do in the lab, but the lethargy is overwhelming. I also have some wonderful books I had set aside to read, but that was not happening. I idled away time all day blog-surfing and stalking people on my three different accounts on gtalk and making them chat with me. There are boxes to pack, files to organize, but I just lazed, lazed and lazed. I haven't done this in a while. That is not entirely true, there have been those days, I just never felt like going to lab and spent a day lazing, but there was always that undercurrent of guilt. Today, I think I finally perfected the art of guilt-free lazing.
Finally it was 6 pm, I could watch Seinfeld. The T.V. is still here, so I can watch some more. But the self-disgust is beginning to seep in. While pointless idling can be fun every now and then, I don't think I can do it too often, especially the guilt-free part. So I figured writing this post would account for something productive to show for myself. Heh heh heh.