I have completely gorged this past weekend. And I don’t mean in the sense of Hot Cross Buns and chocolate, although they have featured heavily as well. I mean in the sense of YouTube and TV I have consumed. To the point where I feel full and sick. I think this feeling is exacerbated by the fact I am on term holidays and am generally feeling unable to do much but constantly aware there are things I feel I need to do relating to work and admin and putting those damn clothes up on eBay. This uncomfortable lull is not unfamiliar to me. I experience it every holiday. As much as I need a break, I feel completely unable to give in to it. It’s as if the guilt of not working means I will exist in some over socialised, domestic duty limbo which I won’t let myself just be.
Glutton(y) For Punishment
Glutton(y) For Punishment
Glutton(y) For Punishment
I have completely gorged this past weekend. And I don’t mean in the sense of Hot Cross Buns and chocolate, although they have featured heavily as well. I mean in the sense of YouTube and TV I have consumed. To the point where I feel full and sick. I think this feeling is exacerbated by the fact I am on term holidays and am generally feeling unable to do much but constantly aware there are things I feel I need to do relating to work and admin and putting those damn clothes up on eBay. This uncomfortable lull is not unfamiliar to me. I experience it every holiday. As much as I need a break, I feel completely unable to give in to it. It’s as if the guilt of not working means I will exist in some over socialised, domestic duty limbo which I won’t let myself just be.