Sunday morning. Sitting on a rocking desk chair wrapped around in my wool throw, trying not to stare at the flashing screen saver… Instead, concentrate on sipping the cup of warm water held with both hands, micro-waved to comforting hotness.
It is impossible to spend a minute completely alone, unoccupied, undistracted, unbored... look at me now.
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I know the feeling. I tell myself, "I'm going to this place, or that place, so that I can concentrate on work." It often fails. I either get distracted because there is too much going on, or because I'm so absolutely bored I feel my head will explode. It often happens that when I don't feel like doing anything is when everything is happening, and when I want to do something, nothing is happening. Oh well, I have to learn to roll with the punches.
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