we procrastinate because we care
so when i say something like, "my sister is ten times prettier than i am," you know i'm not lying.
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la blue boy set up my lovely internet connection, allowing me to tap-tap-tap away at the keys when i'm supposed to be writing out flashcards.
yesterday my roommate called and said, "i feel like high tea. would you like high tea?" so today after a couple hours of dawdling the lad and i hotfooted it over to the pretentious little tea shop to pick up scones. i'm convinced that an appreciation for good tea is a strong indication of a culture's zest for life: if a people can brew a decent cuppa, there has to be something worthwhile in their general philosophy. i'm sure god would've spared sodom and gomorrah for the sake of ten righteous tea drinkers.
we gathered 'round our hastily cleared kitchen table and spent a civilised hour scarfing up scones and shortbread, tea and caviar, biscuits and butter. my day has been baptised in good food.