1950s housewife

That's what I've felt like these last two days. Yesterday I woke up, went to the Korean market, went to Whole Foods, came back to my apartment, cooked a meal for me and Tim, ate, and cleaned. Today I woke up, made German apple pancake and bacon and toast for brunch, went to the grocery store, went to the liquor store, came back to my apartment, cooked, played piano, ate, and cleaned. I have to admit, it was actually really relaxing to shop and cook and clean. We had a wonderful meal tonight with friends. Tim cooked (and I aided) french onion soup, asparagus risotto, and pasta with homemade pesto (I made this dish!). It was so lovely sitting in our living room with 7 other friends slowly inducing a food coma in ourselves.

As splendid as tonight was, I think I need to start kicking my butt into gear. I haven't had any motivation to do work - I don't even try and fail; I just don't do it. Shameful. Perhaps it's because I don't actually have anything major due until finals. Oh but there's that looming thesis. That thesis with a 1-2 page description and bibliography due in three weeks. Oh dear.

I just woke up from a nap. Yes it's 9:30pm. I think I'll head downstairs and see what's hoppin.