I get the feeling that even if I wasn’t working 10-11 hours a day I’d still have trouble squeezing in all the stuff I’d want to do. This is in such a big contrast with how lazy I used t— scratch that. I’m still lazy but at least now I’m trying more consciously to spend the little free time I have more meaningfully.

This usually involves going outside, since if I’m at home, it usually comes down to either sleeping or procrastinating online. Writing blogposts intended to be interesting (and probably fail at that) is also an option, but that takes serious effort. I need to go out even to read: at home I’d just fall asleep over the book – any book. Can I please have a body that doesn’t have stupid demands like sleep?