On some days when I get the whole free day to myself, I unknowingly waste them away, and only mourn for it when it’s close to 12midnight, fist thrust into the air in angst. On some days when I respect the free day I get, I make full use of it up to the very last minute, and beam like I did something great at the end of it, smiling like a dork in delight. But unfortunately the latter feel-good-moment does not come often and I am instead quite apt at thrusting my fist at this point of my life.
