Essays in Idleness

I just received my copy of the Donald Keene translation of Essays in Idleness, a collection of short essays by Kenko, a Japanese monk in the 14th century. Opened it up and the first essay was this:

What a strange demented feeling it gives me when I realize I have spent whole days before this inkstone, with nothing better to do, jotting down at random whatever nonsensical thoughts have entered my head.

Replace one word and see if it fits you. I can relate.