tomorrow i visit my parents and the house i called "home" in my adolescent years. except for a new pair of running shoes i bought last new years, i can't remember what i left in that dusty chamber that used to be my bedroom, and that makes it hard to pack.
no matter: it's summertime.
packing clothes is easy.
packing mathematics is much harder. i'm still thinking of taking the week off, but that feels wrong. as a friend of mine suggested, i can always split the difference and just read: read the papers that i've been meaning to read ..
.. because when will i ever have the time to sit and read them, anyway? it will definitely be more relaxing than .. say, research. after all, thinking can be quite tiring.
maybe i should take it as a vacation.
besides, what's the worst that could happen? if indeed i get so obsessed with a good idea that i break stride, and prove something great, then it was meant to be. in the meanwhile, why not enjoy myself?
then again, why does this sound like excusing myself, and being lazy?
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