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Data piles

It's a Monday morning, somewhat early. I'm trying to figure out what happened to the weekend, and I realized that I did not finish work on Friday. It is affecting me now, as I get behind on my tasks. I committed to do certain things, and I did not deliver. I am too concerned about living in San Francisco and having a good time instead of worrying about work. What has happened to me? I used to be so focused on work, and now I only care about hanging out with friends. I feel as if I am reverting into a college state in which I never actually found myself - too much work and involvement at uni kept me away from living such a period in my life. Certainly, now I am living in the moment and not caring for the future, but I don't know. I don't know anymore, only about today and only about my plans after I leave the office today.
If I could motivate myself to do some of the things that I am meant to be doing at work, I would be ok. This feeling could be a sign that I am wasting my time during the day on a job that has less relevance to my aspirations. Since all such work gets lost on a computer anyway, it has become just a cluttering of data piles that is nothing but distraction.

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