||[Aug. 6th, 2013|09:12 pm]
I finally got Monday's unfinished tasks out of the way today, but the satisfaction is dampened by the knowledge that there will be other such tasks for other intrusive Mondays. There is no unalloyed pleasure in the world. Rare is the picnic not invaded by ants, and those few are apt to end in bee stings, or worse. In short, if it ain't one thing, it's another. |
Tuesday's own annoyance is that I didn't think through my shopping very well this week, and now I find myself with perishables that must be devoured, and they are mostly things that require more preparation than I'd like to commit to right now. I must spend more time making dinner than I'd like, and then eat something too similar to what I ate last night. That's why I've been putting it off. I have to get pretty hungry before I'll do something as annoying as eat, and now I have to get even hungrier before I'll be able to bring myself to do something as irritating as cook an over-elaborate meal.
This is stalling. I'm good at it. I'm better at it than is good for me. I might stall long enough that cooking would make me miss something on television that I'd refuse to miss, and then I can put dinner off until midnight. That will make a snack necessary, and the snack will require beer, and the beer will put me to sleep before I cook, and then I can go through the whole thing again tomorrow, when the perishables will be closer to perishing. Procrastination is a terrible vice, but it's my vice. How about a beer, buddy?