Sunday Night...

I don't know what it is about Sunday nights, but I always want to sit at the computer and just do something...or rather, nothing.
It doesn't matter if it's a couple hours of some mindless game, surfing the web for answers to the latest curious question that has entered my mind, or composing replies to the slew of silly e-mails that my friends send me...
But I just don't want to move my booty from the chair to go do something more...three-dimensional.
Somehow getting lost in cyberspace seems to skew my whole time-perspective and I actually begin to believe that time no longer exists...and therefore Monday morning will never come...and so there is no reason to stop whatever mindless time-waster I am engrossed in, no need to power down the box, drag my body out of the chair and up the stairs, and go to bed...
I can just sit here, reading all about the daytime temperatures in Norway during the month of May, or how some blogger in Iowa has just finished knitting her 101st pair of woolen socks, or searching for new indie bands...and time is simply standing still... even as I notice out of the corner of my eye how the little clock on my monitor keeps counting down the hours: 10:30, 11:45, 12:20...in complete rebellion against my timeless reverie.
And each time I notice this, some little part of my brain that can still perform right-handed functions does the math: If I go to bed right now, I can get 8 hours of sleep... I can get by on 7 hours easily... 6 hours of sleep is not that bad... it'll be a little rough, but I'll drink an extra cup of coffee...

So Monday morning comes, long before I have finally rolled into bed.
The alarm goes off, long before I have even come close to being rested.
I get out of bed and begin shuffling through the motions of starting another week,
swearing to myself that I am going to start implementing some sort of regimen to my
week-ends; knowing all the while that it will never happen. Not next week-end, or the one after that...

It is simply a trait of modern human nature to put off the inevitable, as if somehow, by our denial of life's realities, we will change them.
And then we chide ourselves for not being more responsible...

There is a little voice in my head that is scolding me, saying the exact same things that my Mother or Father used to say to me when I behaved this way as a child.
I should know better than this...how many times will I make the same mistake before I learn from it...
and so on...
So does this mean I am still just a child? Still just a child, who has never grown up at all!
Hmmph! What would my mother have to say about that?
And what would my father say if he knew that it is now 1:15 on Monday morning, and I just sat here for the past hour doing nothing more than typing out this useless blog entry...for no other reason than to drift in the timelessness of cyberspace...and once again deny the reality of Monday morning...
tsk, tsk!

ah, well! enough of putting it off! 'tis Monday morning and I am off to bed for a few precious hours of slumber...until I enter this cyber-realm again!

~Dev