A few days of idleness have completely sickened me, and given me what is called the blue-devils so severely, that I feel that the sooner I go to work and drive them off, the better.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I think it must be awful not to work. My only point in being idle is to rest so that I can work more... I'm only unhappy when I'm not working.
I'm not a fan of idleness, except in small doses.
Idleness is an inlet to disorder, and makes way for licentiousness. People who have nothing to do are quickly tired of their own company.
When it is time to get to work, I go away completely and don't do anything except the work. And that can be 16 hours a day.
I think being idle is quite hard for me to do.
I can only be so long without work before I start getting antsy.
I think of myself as naturally idle. The trouble is, the 'nothing' that I do every day is not really nothing. I potter. I muck about with emails, I make coffee, I fiddle with my computer to make sure that the book I haven't started writing is perfectly synced across all platforms and devices.
When I'm working, I'm obsessively working.
I hate being idle - there are still so many things I want to do.
There are days like any normal human being where I wake up and I don't feel like going to work.