This week being officially known to me as Sick Week, I declared it free from work (i.e. profit making activity) and cello. I soon found myself with a large amount of time on hand, something that hasn't happened for so long I forgot how it felt to have the luxury of 30 whole minutes of stoning/carrying on an internal monologue. And I actually finished watching all my unwatched episodes of Lost (Season 2), The OC (Season 3), Arrested Development (Season 3), Six Feet Under (Season 5) and CSI (Season 6), after which the slack-oholic in me was irreversibly unleashed. Or so I thought.
Under pressure from the little voice which reminded me I still have four essay deadlines looming in the not-too-distant future, I decided to take photographs of gender advertisments for my essay's appendix. Unfortunately, this wee bit of effort in taking 50 shots of females in "Come hither" (to quote my brother) poses triggered a fresh state of euphoria, i.e. the "Whee I finally have something to do" adrenaline rush, which resulted in me doing more readings and rewriting my essay drafts.
So much for a self declared break.
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