I woke up this morning and walked to the local breakfastorium. I ordered an obnoxiously large breakfast burrito, smothered in green chili and made complete with some grilled mushrooms. It filled me with an incredible sense of satisfaction. It was the topper of a completely unproductive morning, the icing on a laziness cake.
The reason I bring this is up is to talk about the importance of goals. You see, I got out of bed, took a shower and said "I have got to get out of this apartment to get a breakfast burrito." It was a simple goal, straightforward and necessary for my continued survival. It was a herculean task that was completed through sheer force of will.
Prior to this, I had gorged upon the decadent splendor of Breakfast at Tiffany's & backlogged episodes of South Park on my digital video recorder. This was followed by a quick trip to hulu.com where I watched For Love of the Game (note: I hate watching baseball but for some reason am drawn like a moth to flame to baseball movies).
The sub-sloth tendencies within me were strong this weekend. I think I've got a life plan somewhere waiting for the initiative to begin and the courage to take the first step in a long journey. This plan is located underneath the box of lo mein that has adorned the meager shelves of my fridge for approximately 2 and half weeks. Signs of intelligent life on the surface of the noodles have been reported, although scientists have yet to confirm the level of sentience in the microbial critters. Recent probes have returned with images of the natives forming what seems to be a crude totem to some heathen god.
I'm on vacation from the 20th through the 27th and my goal is to do absolutely nothing. Work has me completely burned out and I think I have a trial on Tuesday. Panic begins NOW. In any case, it's a good goal. If anybody has any ideas of what I can do on the cheap, to start off what I shall refer to as my week-long sabbatical, I'm all ears. Otherwise it's an iPod, a book and a cooler full of beer. Cheers.
The reason I bring this is up is to talk about the importance of goals. You see, I got out of bed, took a shower and said "I have got to get out of this apartment to get a breakfast burrito." It was a simple goal, straightforward and necessary for my continued survival. It was a herculean task that was completed through sheer force of will.
Prior to this, I had gorged upon the decadent splendor of Breakfast at Tiffany's & backlogged episodes of South Park on my digital video recorder. This was followed by a quick trip to hulu.com where I watched For Love of the Game (note: I hate watching baseball but for some reason am drawn like a moth to flame to baseball movies).
The sub-sloth tendencies within me were strong this weekend. I think I've got a life plan somewhere waiting for the initiative to begin and the courage to take the first step in a long journey. This plan is located underneath the box of lo mein that has adorned the meager shelves of my fridge for approximately 2 and half weeks. Signs of intelligent life on the surface of the noodles have been reported, although scientists have yet to confirm the level of sentience in the microbial critters. Recent probes have returned with images of the natives forming what seems to be a crude totem to some heathen god.
I'm on vacation from the 20th through the 27th and my goal is to do absolutely nothing. Work has me completely burned out and I think I have a trial on Tuesday. Panic begins NOW. In any case, it's a good goal. If anybody has any ideas of what I can do on the cheap, to start off what I shall refer to as my week-long sabbatical, I'm all ears. Otherwise it's an iPod, a book and a cooler full of beer. Cheers.