I can’t believe I did it again. Really. I am flabbergasted at this behavior. This is becoming a habit…a very bad habit and I need to stop this nonsense. What nonsense? The nonsense of getting up in the morning fully intending to have a constructive day; a day in which I spend the majority of my time wisely (wisely=studying), but instead goofing off royally. I ran some errands that turned into a mini-shopping trip (Macy’s was having an awesome sale and since I lost weight, I got rid of last winter’s too-big sweaters…justify, rationalize, etc., ad nauseum).
Instead of reading my source material and working on a paper that is due in a couple of days, I sat in my big comfy chair, trusty canine companion by my side, and read another book — a mystery involving a mad-cap caterer. Before I knew it hours had passed. Hours I would not get back; time wasted once again. Pitiful.
My one useful thought during the day concerned the upcoming Thanksgiving meal. Usually it’s just Devoted Spouse and me. But this year we may have company, so some thought about the meal was required. Therein lies the rub. You see every year it’s the same dilemma — pumpkin pie or mincemeat pie. I like pumpkin; Devoted Spouse likes mincemeat. It’s one of the few areas in our life where we simply cannot and will not agree or compromise. I think mincemeat is about the nastiest concoction on the face of the earth and wouldn’t take a bite of it even if I was starving to death, and his opinion of pumpkin usually contains the word, “slimy”. Stress, stress, gahhhh.
I really need to start on this paper…anybody seen my Game Boy?