Called in sick to life today. Woke up feeling a bit wonky, and was greeted by an uber sore throat, so I spent most of the morning on my couch. But I was fairly productive once I made it as far as the kitchen. I made myself breakfast, dinner, cooked my lunch for the next few days of work AND made two pans of date squares all while listening to lots of stand up and talking to a friend from work on msn. After having been in the kitchen and having the stove going on an already hot day I have completely drained myself of energy.
Its one of those nights were the day was productive but as the hours went by the motivation slowly spilled out my left foot and went under the fridge, because now all I want to do is sit here and listen to Weird Al, which I’m doing, but I have no real desire or drive to do much else. I say that yet here I sit, typing away updating a blog that as far as I know is only followed by one person, granted that person is pretty kick ass and I love her to bits, but I could save some time and just tell her about my day and save all you passersby the hassle of reading this post and then thing to yourself “Well, there’s 2-7 minutes I’m never getting back.” I don’t know how fast you read so I decided to give you hitchhikers of the information superhighway a window of opportunity. You’re welcome.
(not from today, but its all I had for me in the kitchen)