Living like a sloth... and trying not to feel guilty about it, but I am, just a bit. Everything takes hours and it feels like life is happening in slow motion (although suddenly, another day is gone and nothing has been accomplished).

Maybe I ll just give myself a break.

Its been a hard year. School took the best of my physical powers, studying exhausted me mentally and what was left of me was consumed in social affairs, smaller-project tasks, alcohol and lots of guilt for things I should have/could have done, but didn't.

The heat of August is not a suitable framework for any kind of accomplishment I guess.

But why is there so much guilt associated with inertia?