I am terrible at taking time off ... and yet I need it.
After five days of constantly being on, instead of taking the last three days to finish my paper, I took the time off.
But not really... I didn't write, but I didn't go out either.
I rarely left the house.
I relished the quiet moments, when I could get them.
I ate whatever I felt like.
I did not exercise.
I cried some.
I slept a lot.
I played on the computer a little too much.
I probably could have used the time differently -- and others might not see this as time off... but besides having all day in the pjs, this is the best quiet time for me.
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