The setting: On the futon/couch, with my feet up on one of those stools we picked up at the Bay with the gift card from Uncle Al, sitting beside a finally printed thesis. (Chris's printer is slow.)
The sounds: Christopher, making macaroni in the kitchen. The macaroni's just for him. I think I'm going to have a bit of leftover butter chicken, with pita bread, a little later.
The plans: Another episode of Corner Gas, and diving in to the thesis. Corner Gas will come first.
Why do I dread even looking at the thesis? It feels so over, and I really don't want to deal with it anymore.
Welcome back to Procrastination With A Cause, instead of that aimless procrastination I've been doing all summer.