another long break is over again. why do i always feel as though i haven't done much?

we played twice, i read a book, started on 3 others, played abit of fm, watched the french open, watched germany-san marino, went dinner on wed, then curry wok and essential brew on fri, and bought boots on sat.

seems like a lot. yet why do i feel that same sinking feeling when i realise it's going to be over in 3 hours?

something is surely missing. that i can only conclude.

elegance and intelligence?