The height of indulgence for me is to be left to my own devices. Without any outside mitigating force, I'll probably degenerate into a speechless, sedentary daily pattern, consuming junk food, home and garden television and the internet. While I'd lilke to think that this self-styled exile leads to great creative breakthroughs, my small, poorly developed practical self struggles to tell me that just thinking about stuff is not an end itself, especially when there are bills to pay.