The Daily Grind

Currently at the Coffee House of Concentration - probably won't stay long, though, because of certain small epiphanies about my morning routine:

No, I cannnot forgo the usual cafe mocha from the more typical coffee house, because it also substitutes for breakfast. Tea just makes me ravenously hungry, although it does wake me up like whoa.

Reading LJ at a cafe is somehow way more fascinating than working.

I'm incredibly hungry. The cafe has bagels, but also cake. If I have cake, my stomach will hurt from sugar, and then I will be sorry. Although it's red velvet cake. And there's also lemon. This is a problem.

I really need to concentrate on work. Project is hitting major frustration levels, and I can't afford to procrastinate.

Jeebus, I'm starving.

I adore these tree photographs on found_objects.

Really enjoying calove's new fic on the Five Stages of Grief. Spike/Buffy.

Now back to work. Or home, maybe, to get something to eat.

Pointless Spam

A little more time-wasting before I pack up: current fashions in email spam in my inbox include the typical get-a-bigger-cock and Via!Gra! tabs, plus cheap software and, weirdly enough, imitation designer watches. Huh. I'm also cautioned that I might have enough sperm for my girl, you know. Damn, never mind politics - there's something to worry about.

When it rains it pours: I now have a temp job lined up for next week that should last through April if all goes well. Basic, part-time office work. Here's to hoping that it's a pleasant environment, because I can easily see the value of just getting out of the house for a few hours daily, and getting to wear my new wool slacks. We'll see how much more productive that makes me!