Here I am at the end of my second highest billable month ever, which itself comes at the end of a sustained period (since early August) of intense work. Just a few days ago I wrote about how frazzled I felt and how much I needed a break.
Well, I’ve had a break: Since last Wednesday, I’ve only worked between 8-9 hours per day, and I had a wonderful, completely work-free weekend. I slept in, cleaned, cooked, went shopping, saw a movie, read a book. It’s as if I were a normal person.
But now I’m bored. SO BORED! And feeling like I’m wasting my life as a lazy bum. Work either needs to pick up or I’m going to have to go sign up for something (which I will ultimately regret, since work will pick up sooner or later). Where’s a mountain when I need one?
Resist! For the love of llamas, resist! Research Paris options, read the collected works of Dumas, watch “Veronica Mars,” or repaint your bathroom, but do not pick up a long-term time-filler!
How about learning Mongolian? You've got to challenge yourself, my dear boy!