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a day off is nice, sometimes. time to tackle those chores that have been nagging you, the time to stretch limbs cramped by days at the office, time to clear out the dusty attic of your mind. but at times, the sheer immensity of uncharted hours, the looming freedom of choosing what to do at what time, grips me with such a severe panic that i can only lie on the couch and imagine the solitary comfort of being back at work.