Unfortunately, things happen, and I gave up on that venture. I still can’t quite tell if that move did more good than harm for me. After all, although I did indeed gain several more seconds in the day that could be used for doing useful things, there was still, by no means, a guarantee that I would actually utilize those seconds to do something useful. At least back then, I was (theoretically) still doing something, and therefore still gaining something, as small as that thing might be. After all, at least on a hypothetical level, writing just one sentence would still be better than sitting on a chair, staring at a wall, and doing basically nothing.

Looking back at this now, just like the rest of my life, boredom and laziness go together unexpectedly well, when they really shouldn’t. On one hand, I’m bored, and have nothing to do. On the other hand, I still need to do homework, practice cello, and quite a lot of other important things. However, both hands are weighed down by a healthy coating of pure and utter laziness, preventing anything productive (or even semi-productive, really) from happening. Thus, the one-sentence diary was formed.

It’s still been quite a normal day.