Having one of those evenings where depression threatens to set in and brings with it that most frustrating of things: analysis paralysis. The fear that if you start doing something, it will somehow be the "wrong" thing and you'll regret it. Even if the things you are contemplating doing are all, without fail, things you will enjoy.
This is such a weird thing when you think about it. Why on Earth would you deliberately make the choice to do nothing when given the choice between multiple things, all of which you know you'd like? Of course, making the choice to do nothing under these circumstances is rarely deliberate, which is the problem, really; if we could all just easily discard the stupid options without giving them a moment's thought, we'd probably all be doing a whole lot better.
Still, as the cliche goes, admitting there's a problem is an important first step, so I'm hoping by writing this down out of sheer frustration it will spur me on to actually go and do something enjoyable. It's starting to get a bit late, so maybe I'll go play some retro games in bed on the Evercade. In fact, yes, that sounds like a smashing idea. Decision made! Easy.
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