It's times like these that I start second guessing my every decision.
Why am I taking this class? What was so wrong with my mundane, ordinary office job? Do I really need something more fulfilling? Did I really need mental stimulation?
And why did I get involved with this house-buying bullshit? What was so wrong with my current living arrangements? Do I really need space of my very own?
Why did I commit to volunteering this weekend when I have so much going on? Do they really need me? Shouldn't I be working on my presentation or reading chapter 9?
I know that all of these things will be worth it in the end, but right now, I'd like to forget about them and just flop on the couch and watch bad TV. Oh, for the days of old.