I've just realised something quite interesting about myself – the more productive I am, the less productive I feel. The more I do, the less I think I do. I don't know what this means … I mean, apart from needing some serious time in the self-help section of my local bookstore. Take this weekend for instance. I wrote, I cleaned up the house, I watched the grand final, I had sex, I applied for a Visa Debit card, I read and reviewed a play, I read about a hundred pages of a youth novel (don't ask – whole different post) and read two papers. This is not bad for a weekend as, technically, they are supposed to be restful periods. And, I still have the whole of Sunday night left. Seriously, what is wrong with me?
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