I feel gross, useless. After a glorious Friday night I did nothing of any significance with the rest of my weekend. I can take some comfort in the thought that I may have averted a cold by staying in, but the feeling of waste remains. It is a vile feeling.

Time is the great compromise of humanity. By embracing the concept of time we leave the garden of perfection and enter the world of joy and suffering, creation and destruction. To spend one's time pursuing none of these is the greatest folly of a man.