Dude, I couldn’t find a picture of a white chocolate milkshake. I think this cow ate them all. Fucker.

I was having a totally un-productive day today, I really was. Then my house-mate woke up, or came home or fell downstairs or whatever and suddenly things are being done. In the space of an hour I’d put up a mirror, and a neat little bar to hang kitchen utensils off, and thrown away almost all the contents of the cupboard under the stairs. I totally washed a bucket of water down each of the open drain-holes (they’ve started to smell) too, cleaned the grill and even cooked myself a beef stir-fry (teryaki sauce, I keep forgetting I don’t like the smell).

For those of you who don’t come here to read the minutae of my day, my point is this: how come I feel so productive after 60 minutes getting stuff done, when I’ve been up since 10am and achieved precisely nothing until just now?

Other questions that are bothering me:

Is it shallow and demanding to only find intelligent, witty and charming people attractive? What about those poor pretty people with nary a thought in their gorgeous heads?

How best to fulfil my vision when my life-goals consist entirely of comsuming thick white chocolate milkshakes? A lot is implied here, mind you. Like, having somewhere warm and dry to sleep inbetween drinking milkshakes, so that I don’t get a cold and have to lay off the milkshakes for a while. And you know, having money to buy milkshakes with. And I guess I’d need more money to buy clothes and personal hygene apparel, so they don’t turn me away from the milkshake shop for looking like a bum. And I’d probably have to spend some of it on other food, because if I get sick from drinking too many milkshakes then I won’t be able to drink milkshakes until I’m better. It’s important to understand: all of this is ancillary to the milkshakes.

It’s time to take stock of my life, and see what is costing me time, effort and money while not contributing in some way to my enjoyment of delicious milkshakes.