Advised repair schedule: reboot startup disk, offline for thirty-six hours, and replace head

[sovay]

The trouble is that when I manage to get a day in which I do nothing except lie around and read and occasionally glance at the internet and go back to lying around reading—and now intermittently thinking about rewatching Hans Christian Andersen (1952)—I feel that I am wasting time. I am not writing poems. I am not writing stories. I am not writing movie reviews. I am not working my paying job. I am not looking for supplementary work, of which God knows I need some. The Protestant work ethic is killing this country as we speak and I'm not even Protestant and it has been a demonstrable fact for years that if I do not get time by myself, unplugged, unstructured, not interacting in any fashion including the internet, I go nuts. And yet I feel like I'm wasting my time. Time I can't afford. Time running out. Avoiding my way through the end of days. Title of this post determined by my current mood, not by what I'm watching.

Comments

[grammarwoman]

"Fuck the Protestant work ethic" has been a thought that has run through my head quite a lot recently, because seriously. Hope your rest is restful and not resentful.

[sovay]

"Fuck the Protestant work ethic" has been a thought that has run through my head quite a lot recently, because seriously.

I'm not too keen on capitalism while we're at it.

Hope your rest is restful and not resentful.

Thank you. I read some more books and watched a movie. I'm trying.