I'm chasing after half-day today, I don't want to do anything. . . This feeling will always appear every once in a while. . . I feel that my progress this week is indeed too slow. The task that could have been completed in a few days, because of my laziness, was delayed to a week, and the period was still lazy. . .
Like the feeling of boiling the frog in warm water, sure enough chicken soup should be replenished regularly, otherwise my layman might have to settle down to the status quo and not be enterprising. I still have to plan something, although the previous plans cannot be completed on time. Later, I simply didn't do it, but I still have a sense of ritual in life.
Remember the lifestyle of the fat house I hated before, now look at myself, um, really fragrant! Sure enough, you still have to become someone you hate. If so, let yourself be at least not so hateful!
Hey! This is life, cheer up!
