Well, to be fair to myself, not all productivity. Only the relevant kind. Domestically speaking, I'm totally awesome. I clean and cook and vacuum and buy groceries and do laundry and take out the recycling and remember to water the cacti. I've even done really really grown up things like buying insurance and remembering to pay rent.
High five, me.
|I mashed the swede.|
I think another part of the problem is that I've suddenly turned into a sociable person. And if you think that's weird, imagine how I feel. So even on the nights I do sit down and think "right, now I'm going to get work done", invariably someone sends around a Facebook message with a much better idea, and so I do that instead.
|Like going into town for a drink and late-night chips.|
|Or pancake evening. For which I arrived on time even after getting lost in the suburbs of York clutching a frying pan.|
|Where Imke gets a devoted following teaching people to knit.|
|And we take strange photos.|
Then on Monday I went to a potluck with SCOOP, the student co-op, where I ate a ridiculous amount of cake. This was also unwise. I've done a lot of unwise things this week. I made these amazing zucchini muffins, which were a big hit (once I said courgette instead of zucchini so that people knew what they were).
My half-hearted resolution to get work done was further challenged last night, because it was stroopwafel night, a totally casual event where we all totally casually went to Jelle's to totally casually eat stroopwafels, none of this just because we wanted to meet his girlfriend, who was visiting from Holland (she's delightful and she likes A Very Potter Musical, so she's obviously a keeper). Having woken up sick on Tuesday morning, I was going to be sensible yesterday and go for only a short time. So because I am nothing if not predictable, I stayed late with all the others, drinking hot chocolate and then walking home in the cold (unwise unwise unwise).
|But everybody loves stroopwafel night!|
I should be at rehearsal tonight (I've joined the Gilbert and Sullivan Society because they have a non-auditioning chorus, so I get to just rock up and sing, which is more or less all I want from life), but the being feeble won out, so I decided to stay in and "get work done". Where "get work done" translates as "make soup", "bake rolls so dense you could use them as bullets" and "update blog".** It's starting to look like I should give up on the whole academia thing and just open that bakery I've been talking about for years.
Or maybe I should stick with it a bit longer. At least until I learn to make bread rolls that can't be employed as weaponry.
*Well, we have different throats, but they're similarly sore.
**Just so you guys know that, if I fail all my courses, I'm sharing the blame with you.