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?