On the evening of Saturday 13th November 2010, I shall be sitting on my lovely picnic mat (present from Carly and Jackson), dining on something tasty cooked and prepared by anyone but me and listening to the wonderful, fabulous Musical Goddess serenade me.
And in honour of my Musical Goddess, I shall wear a Musical Goddess bra to provide support for all the dancing I shall be doing in the ‘mosh pit’.
Joy! Rapture! Bliss!
In a mere matter of days, possibly even hours, the Co-op Book Shop will call me with the news that this new Stephen Fry treat is awaiting me.
The Fry Chronicles: Available in every format known to man!
And should I be flattered that my hero was inspired by my very own literary (?) efforts titled The Chronicles of Lisa in London in the naming of his new meisterwerk?
Does anyone have any ideas that may help me beat the writer’s block I am currently suffering?
And how does one find motivation to do something more than just flopping back into bed instead of opening up the laptop and being productive?
Community Service Announcement: PhD Student Needs Urgent Assistance
I am ashamed to say that my efforts to transform myself from a couch potato to a gym junkie have been rather dismal. Two weeks after joining Contours I was off to Canberra for three weeks where I spent most of my time avoiding anything thesis-related by staying in bed watching joyous things from my iTunes collection until the sun was almost ready to set again. I could have visited the Woden branch of Contours, but I did not.
Since my return from Canberra I have managed to get to the gym once a week. Not three times a week as intended, but once.
I do not think I am getting my $69/month worth of physical pain and agony. (Or should that be physical improvement and development?)
I knew when I signed up to this that the biggest problem I faced was conquering that bad habit I have of talking myself out of doing things that are good for me or must be done. I am extremely good at this.
It would not be so bad if I was dissuading myself from the gym for something productive. Do I talk myself out of going to the gym because I think it would be better to get home and work on my thesis or lesson plans?
That is the excuse I use, but I get home and what do I do?
Yes, I spend the afternoon in Couch Potato Mode.
Oh well. Old dog, new tricks and all that.
The habits of a Couch Potato are hard to break