Seriously, I do. This is always when I have my self-centered, pathetic little breakdowns. And if I didn't spend my time crying and whining about my life, I could have actually took steps to do something about it. I could have written a new story, edited an old one. Even written articles for work to get a little more money in my pockets. But no. I cried. And curled up in bed because the world was excluding me.
But it's Monday, so all that's over with now--well, at least on the back burner until I'm tired of working.