The me that usually decides to manifest is the slothful worrywart. Lots of energy is produced, but it's all kept internally. No measurable progress is made, and it does no good but burn up my brain cells before they get a chance to do anything productive.
But the mission-minded me, when she decides to emerge, is much easier to stomach. No guilty aftertaste.
Here's to finally delving into grading the tests my students keep nagging me about!
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