Sure Thing, I Can Be Consistent

And with that assurance to myself, I aim to write a little more often. Righto.

Yay for me and my bold confidence; I will be out of the country for the last of the month and will nevertheless work around it. Aren't I intimidatingly efficient? In the style of those bloggers who are all about the productivity? Ambitiously I am telling the world (there you are guys, you are the world to me whoever you are) about my plans.

It's amazing how accustomed one can get to doing nothing... Since arriving home from university I have done not much at all. Now I have picked up some work I'm all tired and pathetic at 10pm. A little lame, yes indeedy.

So to bed I said, I will catch ya'll tomorrow...
Love,

Puddleduck

Just Do It

I flew home North

The blank page

There is nothing written here.

Well...now there is.

That wasn’t so hard was it?

"For flip's sake!" (shout-out Father)
love,

Puddleduck

Links > Study

Central Library 8am

I am also working I swear, that's why this post has been so long coming...And why I've written little else recently...Also, I'm still not baking!! Proud?


Accurate, succinct but uncomfortable plot summaries.
I especially like:
"ONE FLEW OVER THE CUCKOO’S NEST: Disruptive mental patients treated"
"SERENITY: Men fight for possession of scantily clad mentally ill teenage girl"
"SCARFACE: Immigrant finds running his own business stressful, dangerous"

Rabbits, the Moon and World Peace

At least the weather isn't distracting...Although it did hail awesomely today, so never mind.

Amuse me Internet, for I have much work to do...


Do you sport a moustache? Like to? Never fear, you are not alone.

"The Lost Art of Studying" or "I Seem To Have Misplaced Some Productivity, Have You Seen It?"

It Made My Day

Snickerdoodles

Don't let the photo fool you, these things are small but scoffable.

Friday 12pm

I do remember cleaning the kitchen, making a cup of tea to hop into bed and read some cases (laaaame, you say. Alas 'tis exams, I reply)... The last clear memory I have is of absent-mindedly flicking through one of my recipe books.
So how did I end up here?? Half-way through a batch of snickerdoodles. The kitchen, where it once was clean, is now strewn with mixing bowls and spices...

And so this weekend I baked, and studied. Perhaps am seeking some sense of accomplishment in the kitchen for lack of such in contract law? (I am also perfecting bagels at the moment, but that's a post for another time). 

Snickerdoodles