For the sake of consciousness, or something like that

Today was a bad day.

A lost day.

I suppose I simply need to accept that. Yesterday, despite my relatively morose posting, was not that bad.

Today, I just couldn't bring myself to do much. As Penelope liked to point out, not doing much for me usually means plenty. After all, I cleaned my apartment, studied Python for two hours, repaired my zafu, meditated, exercised, went for a walk in the Bosque, applied for a promising job position, did a fair amount of reading - I just happened to not finish my todo list and spend a lot of degenerating time on the internet.

I could do without the internet nonsense, but perhaps I ought not to be so hard on myself? It's more important to do smarter than to do more. That doesn't sound quite right, but you get the idea.

Still, I've got a lot to do, and this kind of distraction keeps coming up, when I need to learn how to act. And, perhaps, getting acquainted with the little break downs will, in a negative way, teach me how to act. Really what that means is: teach me my heart.

I find it hard to come up with a curriculum for my heart, though. No curricula in that class?

Good night, all.