Normally I feel extreme guilt over wasted time. I always feel like I need to be “doing” something. I procrastinate a LOT, but in my head it feels different. I am allowed to listlessly surf the internet for 4 hours, but only if I have a writing project open in the background and I’m sitting on the sofa. That is fine. That is work. Aimlessly bumming around just for the joy of it though – that is not allowed.
So yesterday’s advent treat was a morning spent in bed with tea and the most vacuous thing on my hard drive. Bridesmaids. Then, some Doctor Who I’d already seen. Three times. It was delicious.