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food and sewing as forms of procrastination
Wow, apparently something has flipped the cooking switch in my head. Yesterday I made enough vegetarian curry and couscous to be dinner for most of the rest of the week, and I just made myself a really good mushroom and dill omelette for lunch. (Good, of course, doesn't necessarily mean good for me; I probably shouldn't eat three eggs all at once. Or are eggs still good for you? I lost count.)
It occurs to me that I might be cooking because I have to concentrate on that, and I can't concentrate on being nervous about my defense tomorrow if I'm cooking. Which would also explain why I haven't fixed the buttons on the shirt I want to wear tomorrow. The top four buttons all need to be taken off and reattached, and I haven't done it, even though the shirt is hanging on the coat closet door and I spent inordinate amounts of time last night screwing up my current embroidery project. Once I realized how badly I'd screwed it up, I gave up and went to bed. Having slept on it, I think I know how I can fix it; it's still going to take a while, but it might not involve taking out absolutely everything I put in yesterday.
All right, dwelling on not doing it isn't getting it done, so I'm going to go fix my shirt, and when that's done I'm going to work on my presentation some more, and then I'm going to do the dishes and fix my embroidery and stop thinking about how much I want tomorrow to be over.
*whimper*
It occurs to me that I might be cooking because I have to concentrate on that, and I can't concentrate on being nervous about my defense tomorrow if I'm cooking. Which would also explain why I haven't fixed the buttons on the shirt I want to wear tomorrow. The top four buttons all need to be taken off and reattached, and I haven't done it, even though the shirt is hanging on the coat closet door and I spent inordinate amounts of time last night screwing up my current embroidery project. Once I realized how badly I'd screwed it up, I gave up and went to bed. Having slept on it, I think I know how I can fix it; it's still going to take a while, but it might not involve taking out absolutely everything I put in yesterday.
All right, dwelling on not doing it isn't getting it done, so I'm going to go fix my shirt, and when that's done I'm going to work on my presentation some more, and then I'm going to do the dishes and fix my embroidery and stop thinking about how much I want tomorrow to be over.
*whimper*