Today, when I said to my friend that I'm going to work (it's Sundaaay, man), he said that I'm crazy. Well, who thought otherwise, after all. So how is that, why I work on weekends?
You ever were feeling, that there are lots of things you are ought to do? And you are absolutely lazy to even start with them? So, I feel like I'm dumb. And I decide to go somewhere, where there is use for me. Even if there will be none, it is better than sitting at home and doing nothing, except blaming myself for doing nothing.
Sitting now at work, writing this post... what can be of more use?!..