Who can calculate the hundreds of hours you waste on the obsessive re-checking of one’s Twitter feed? I’m too embarrassed to find out.
This, of course, is the handmaiden of indolence. Things you should do don’t get done until later and some don’t get done at all.
You neglect more virtuous pursuits, such as the care and maintenance of blogs like this one, which I let languish for six idle months. I, um, promise to do better.