for the past few months i’ve been plagued with this feeling like i should be doing something productive every waking minute. i should be working or cleaning or writing or something. i feel guilty laying about and reading a book. like i’m wasting time. but now, after spending the entire morning in front of oberon writing, i’ve decided that i’m not going to think about the dirty dishes or the dust or the floor that’s in desperate need of vacuuming. instead i am going to go lay in bed and finish read the adventures of kavalier & clay and i’m not going to feel guilty about it one bit. i might even practice and take a nap.