I really just want to get back to work. I look around at people I could become and say no, I don't want to become them. And what will distinguish us is the honest hard labour that I shall revel in and bury myself into. All this leisure is fine and fun but I need to slog, to be patted and praised.

I love my innate ennui meter check. I can trust it to go beep and tell me when I'm wasting time. There's plenty to do, you know. I'm still not "client-ready", I would tremble to public-speak and I have much brain sharpening to get into. Good. Now to get to it somehow...