That's what I want to be doing. Instead I am sitting here typing this which, in turn, is actually work avoidance. I cannot face washing up the kitchen after making figures for Jedward Cake. I also can't face picking up toys off floor or loading dishwasher. I especially CAN'T face kickboxing. This is particularly bad as I have an immensely fat arse and the only way to shift it is to go and kick and punch. But I'm tired. The heating is only back on. Did I mention I'm tired. I want to sleep. Now. For hours.
The promise of the modern home office setup was one of liberation. We were
told that escaping the cubicle would free our minds, boost our
productivity, a...
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