Boredom Begets Curious Behavior

Behind on reports, presentations to prepare for, mundane tasks that I could be getting ahead on... Every Friday, as I leave the office, it always seems like such a great idea to bring my work computer home.  And yet, without fail, this is me, every weekend:

30 minutes and a convenient distraction later:

Why, yes.  I have stacked laptops before.  ...Not while they were running, mind you ...

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There's just something about my couch that turns my weekend existence into the Black Hole of Sloth.  Inevitably, though, I become guilty about not doing anything productive, and I start feeling that creeping nihilism/boredom that somehow thrusts me into the throes of creative desire.

So did I write my reports and practice my presentation?

Of course not.

This Sunday, I played in the kitchen from 8-12.

Black forest cake with chocolate cherry ganache

Hearts, Kisses, and Holiday Well Wishes

Holy Sweet Fricker-Fracker.  An unacceptable amount of time has passed since I last posted.  In my defense, I was really busy:

  

I mean.  Super effing busy.