Short shrift

I slept for eleven hours last night. In wondering why, I realized that I'm a borderline-workaholic. Now that my exams are done, I have no whip at my back, and as a result there is no purposeful striving in my actions. Similarly, the rest that I can now partake in for about eleven hours a night is not a rest from anything, and becomes mediocrified. I tried to solve this problem by signing up to volunteer, but it will be at least a few weeks before I can start. So, what do I do? I tried writing, but this leisure is a net over my body. And when I am constrained, I am uninspired. I tried drinking, but that interrupts my rest; and I need a minmum of rest, otherwise everything flies apart. I realize I'm rather picky, but that is a luxury afforded to me in the next few weeks.

Consider: "you never get wise, you only get older. And what is wisdom but age and experience?"