Nothing To Be Done

When there is nothing to do, and the day is free for whatever you chose, nothing still seems to happen.

I spend my days waking up later than I should, checking email and casually surfing the net, then outside for the mere sake of being out of doors, then back to the computer in a vain effort to find some worthwhile employment, then to some reading, or writing, then masturbation just to pass the time, then back to reading or writing or the computer or whatever other empty activities I'm inclined to at that particular moment of that particular day.

There seems to be so much time available to me, but I seem to be the least productive and creative despite my freedom.

I hope, somehow this summer, I will escape from this emptiness.