A day at home

Haven't been to work today, got yesterday off too.
it's great to stay home, enjoy the tranquillity of life with no obligations.
although, i think one more day, and i would drive myself crazy.
why isn't it possible for me to do nothing? why am i feeling as if i am wasting my time?
I can never be satisfied. when i'm working i need more time for myself, when i'm at home i drive myself crazy. love the winter but miss the summer.
only one thing is constant, and will never change for me, and as kitschy as it may sound (read?!) it is love.