It's just after ten and I'm already completely knackered. Mike and the cats are fast asleep; they were tired too.
At least it feels good to be back in some sort of daily routine again. I've had at least one lecture or seminar each day this week and then I've been busy reading books.
I like having a lot to do, because I get more done that way. When I have got no work to look into, no train to catch or no people to see I tend to do nothing, despite all the spare time. I need to have a lot to do because that way I'm forced to squeeze things in between other things and suddenly I get a lot done in short time. Procrastination and inactivity brings me down and makes me ask all those big questions of what's the meaning with it all. So I better stay active, to save the world from numerous diary posts oozing of teenage angst and pretentious analysis of life.
