Jeez, I don't know what it is about working days, but the weeknights just seem to be this black hole of time waste.
I had been looking forward to having evenings free, thinking I'd do art projects, watch movies, eat dinner with friends, and go to shows. But when work's shoved all the way to the front of the day, I get off at six and subconsciously think, well, that's it! I'm done! Time to crack a beer and stare vacantly at the TV/computer screen!
But I'm not done at six, or at least I shouldn't be; I still have a good seven hours to fill before my New Reasonable Bedtime. It's not like my job is terribly taxing right now; in fact, one of the many reasons I have it is that the downtime allows me the time and energy to do other stuff.
And it's not like I don't have things I could and should be doing; I've got half-baked projects to work on, a trip to plan, a bike to ride, letters to write, etc., etc. And also etc.
See, once again, I'm thwarted by my utter lack of self-discipline. But you know what? I reject self-discipline! It's stupid and boring! It's for chumps! And suckers! It goes against everything I believe in!
Goddamnit, I swear to you people, I just now decided I'm going to be both ridiculously lazy and stupendously successful if it takes me the rest of my life. Which it most assuredly will, plus an extra fifty years or so.
Yes. Well. Ahem. That's cute and all, but I should go; the Daily Show's on in ten minutes.