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Sloth, for real this time
Mar. 23rd, 2011 09:39 amDo you have those days, too? Those days of total and utter unproductivity, where you procrastinate at work and, once you arrive home, continue to be a completely useless member of society, justifying your existence only by the fact that at least you contribute to economy by consuming electricity and food?
Well, I had such a day yesterday.
Instead of starting with the quarterly report -- which I've started writing this morning -- I played sudoku. With not quite satisfying results, time-wise.
Then I had the totally silly idea of looking at cookbooks on amazon. Here's a word of wisdom: if, like me, you can't eat before noon and only have a small salad for lunch, and if you're prone to getting rather hungry in the afternoon, don't look at recipe books between 3 and 4 p.m. It's practically lethal. I'd intended to go to the gym but was so terribly, gut-rattlingly hungry that I had to go home straight away and cook myself dinner. Which I ate at 4.45. (It was good, BTW -- spaghetti with broccoli, lots of garlic, ham and soy sauce. Yum)
After the massive food intake I was of course unfit to do anything but watch TV.
Around 10 p.m. I realized that not only was I watching one of the most stupid, pointless and unnecessary emissions ever (The Ultimate Cake-Off), but that due to lots of cakes being shown, I was also getting hungry again. So I took myself off to bed.
A day of sloth, really. But somehow I don't feel as if my soul had suffered irrepairable damage.
Today I'm being all bright and bushy-tailed again and have already finished most of the quarterly report. Plus, there shall be gym after work.
A cake-related question to the US-part of the f-list:
Is this some weird American tradition or what? By "this" I mean cakes being confectioned out of what looks like pretty tasteless, prefabricated stuff (something like layers of heavy sponge dough with white cream in between, same being used in every cake), but decorated in totally insane ways. I've never seen anything like it anywhere in Europe -- pretty cakes, yes, even many-tiered cakes with lots of decoration, but the main thing is always the cake, and its flavour, consistency etc., as opposed to presenting somebody with a perfect imitation of a handbag, which, incidentally, you can eat.
Well, I had such a day yesterday.
Instead of starting with the quarterly report -- which I've started writing this morning -- I played sudoku. With not quite satisfying results, time-wise.
Then I had the totally silly idea of looking at cookbooks on amazon. Here's a word of wisdom: if, like me, you can't eat before noon and only have a small salad for lunch, and if you're prone to getting rather hungry in the afternoon, don't look at recipe books between 3 and 4 p.m. It's practically lethal. I'd intended to go to the gym but was so terribly, gut-rattlingly hungry that I had to go home straight away and cook myself dinner. Which I ate at 4.45. (It was good, BTW -- spaghetti with broccoli, lots of garlic, ham and soy sauce. Yum)
After the massive food intake I was of course unfit to do anything but watch TV.
Around 10 p.m. I realized that not only was I watching one of the most stupid, pointless and unnecessary emissions ever (The Ultimate Cake-Off), but that due to lots of cakes being shown, I was also getting hungry again. So I took myself off to bed.
A day of sloth, really. But somehow I don't feel as if my soul had suffered irrepairable damage.
Today I'm being all bright and bushy-tailed again and have already finished most of the quarterly report. Plus, there shall be gym after work.
A cake-related question to the US-part of the f-list:
Is this some weird American tradition or what? By "this" I mean cakes being confectioned out of what looks like pretty tasteless, prefabricated stuff (something like layers of heavy sponge dough with white cream in between, same being used in every cake), but decorated in totally insane ways. I've never seen anything like it anywhere in Europe -- pretty cakes, yes, even many-tiered cakes with lots of decoration, but the main thing is always the cake, and its flavour, consistency etc., as opposed to presenting somebody with a perfect imitation of a handbag, which, incidentally, you can eat.
