Some days, I just sit around and wallow in my desire to sit around and wallow all day. Do I have things that I need to get done? Of course. Do I care at the moment? Nope.
Instead, I'm thoroughly enjoying lazing around my apartment as stress oozes out of my ears. The decreasing internal pressure of my psyche is kind of like a drug. Except, I'm willing to man up to my addiction. I wouldn't be able to stop if I tried.
Sometimes, once the stress starts oozing, all you can do is sit back and wait for it to finish.
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