It's a conspiracy I tell ya

Current events

Didn't do anything last night. I spent the time after work running errands, working on my bike and suggling with the LUC. All in all a completely successful day in terms of basic needs.

Here's the thing: I have no reason to feel guilty. Sure, I should have listened to the takes from last practice, but even if there was greatness I couldn't do anything with it. I'm out of blank discs and broke 'til Monday.

And yet, the guilt.

I cannot figure out where I got this protestant work ethic from. The one that says your worth as person depends on your hard work. In some people it drives them to type A behaviour. In me it just creates anxiety.

I'd blame my parents, but that's passe. Hmmm, the government maybe?