As it stands, I spend far too much valuable time doing nothing at all. When I'm at work, I feel productive. The hour or so between work and bed is also kind of busy, as I'm usually updating the journal and catching up on e-mail, but I can't seem to get myself into a decent groove during all this free time I've suddenly acquired. It does me no good to have time off if I'm not going to use it. I might as well get that second job, because at least I'd have some money to show for it at the end of the week.
Busy people find ways of fitting their projects into the scant time available.
When I was working days and doing theater in my evenings, I still felt like I had plenty of time to spare. Now that I work even less hours, I can't seem to get myself to do anything. This isn't good. Time to force myself to do something, preferably away from the house. Staying in and slacking isn't that appealing in the abstract, but when I'm faced with the ability to do so, I fall into it far too easily.