I get very jittery on the weekends when I don't have anything to do.
I don't think anyone would ever have pegged me for a workaholic at any time in my life.
I have always been the guy with "potential" that couldn't get anything done.
Its funny being the "potential" guy because it really supports a very lazy inertia.
Who wants to be the the guy with "potential" who, when he actually tries, turns out to not really have had all that much "potential" in the first place? For a long time I have just been too scared to really try at anything lest I fail, bringing down the whole house of cards.
Yet here I am, unable to calm down on a Sunday with nothing to do, totally inept at relaxing.
I am so jittery my back hurts and I am not breathing.
So Marina I and went on a nice long walk.
While Marina was buying groceries I went over to the hip men's clothing store where they sell expensive men's clothes.
Instead of normal shelves and tables to display shirts and shoes and things, they had these big stacks of unfinished lumber with all the goods gingerly placed just so.
The unfinished wood made the place smell like manure.
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