Hello again, dear reader. Well, it appears that I've reached that lazy point in my summer that fills me equally with boredom and apathy. I'm enjoying being a noncontributing lazy bum. I spend my days working out and babysitting; but, mostly, sitting. While I feel extremely guilty about my lack of productivity, I can't help but revel in my laziness. For whatever reason, sleeping for absurd amounts of time, watching countless hours of tv, and wearing nothing but gym shorts and tank tops has an appeal to me.
Though I continue to make a to-do list, it is getting significantly longer before it gets shorter. I simply have no motivation (which I only feel a tad guilty about). The fact of the matter is that I spent the first half of my summer working my ass off and I'm about to spend the entire fall semester doing the same thing. I rightfully should have nothing to do. So, why do I feel god-awful about it?
I have roughly one month of summer left. In that time, I'm visiting my best friend at her lake house, teaching a week-long riding camp in Wisconsin, babysitting here and there, and slowly preparing myself for my junior year of college. Time is flying. . .. and I just don't know how I feel about it.
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