so, when i have days off from work, i relish my time instead of get down to business. i think i have a dependence on happy senses. or i'm just lazy. but either way, my life is about pleasure . . . because i don't want to die without fully enjoying my time. still . . . it would be good for me to fucking work hard more often instead of in little spurts. i guess there's this part of me that says "you need to develop some self-discipline, young lady" . . . that part of me is annoying. 