The art of slobbing

I have just returned from taking part in a very interesting and useful conference in Seville. Even though my body's desire to do absolutely nothing today is partly due to the sense of deflation one gets after such events and party due to going out clubbing on the last night and only getting one hour sleep, I still feel guilty about lazing around. Even when I was a student lying in bed until all hours in the day I never managed to do so without feeling guilty. It's as if the guilt is part of the illicit pleasure of not doing what you think you ought to be doing.