I’ve done almost nothing today, I barely managed to leave the house to buy products I need to survive the weekend, and I should feel absolutely wonderful. A legitimate lazy day is a rarity. But I should have read a book. Or played a game. Or cleaned my room. Instead I’ve ben surfing. I use Internet so much during weekdays that I should totally try to avoid it when I’m free. Stupid me. I feel like a zombie. A zombie that can take self-portraits though . . .