Vacation is Over

I feel like I haven't done anything in days. I've spent too long at the condo, getting too relaxed. I've got so much work, so many things to do that I just have not addressed. That's the problem with my airy attitude: nothing bothers me, even the fact that I'm not getting my work done. But what did I do?

Tuesday...oh yeah, I voted. And I did my homework that morning before class. Maybe I wasn't as lazy as I thought. I had some trouble locating the voting center, as I rode past the road that connected to it. It was much more bike ride than I had bargained for, but it was worth it, of course. Oxford is so hilly, and my bike's gears are all messed up. My chain ring is sort of ghetto-rigged and the increments on my cassette are all messed up, so the chain falls off if I shift into the lowest gearing. Isn't that awesome? You'd think I'd fix it. You'd think I'd fix a lot of things immediately, given my philosophy...but we can't always be true to our thoughts.

Wednesday : I watched Fern Gully : The Last Rain Forest. I've had bad experiences with re-watching movies from my youth, but this went incredibly well. I also wanted to cook a movie themed meal, and decided that smoke would be the best flavor to make the connection. For that, I decided some planked fish would be the way to go. That, of course, need not stand alone. I spent quite a while trying to think up and prepare the ingredients, as they called for a few hours of prep. I went exploring town for a plank to use, and I found a wonderful little specialty store called "Mississippi Madness" It is located on the square and opens to a selection of locally crafted pottery, which was interesting, but not what I was after. I took a trip to the back and saw a sign that read "Culinary Gadgets and Gizmos Downstairs". Sounds like my place! I went down to find a treasure trove of customary tools that I didn't know were available in town. And to think, I practically found it by accident (I was referred by a guy from the lumber yard that didn't have what I needed).

I feel like what I'm writing is pointless. Am I writing just to write? Does it really matter?

So, perhaps it wasn't quite as uneventful as I'd suspected...but now it is time to focus, for the is much to be done.