Home Offices and Buffet Mania

I have abandoned the library. I now hate it. It was my own fault, really -- it did nothing wrong. After spending several hours every day there, however, I was sick of it. My collar bone even began to have a dent from where the laptop bag dug in several times a day. Instead, I sleep in a little later, get up and work in my pj's. I am shockingly more productive. It's more than appropriate to get up and wander around, make a cup of tea, and talk to yourself (through a thesis point, naturally...), and just take a bit of a break. You can spread your papers all over the room instead of a tiny table and most importantly NO CHATTY KATHYS. This is by far the best reason for working at home. Plus, it cuts down on transition time. Walking to the library and setting up, then packing up only 2 hours later to trot down to work, then setting up again to pack up only 2 hours later again (I'm confining myself at this stage to the 9-5 workday). Too much bustle, not enough hustle. I'm happier.

Don't worry; I'm sure I'll hate my flat in about two weeks time.

Then last night, on a journey to buy more soy sauce (when do I not need more soy sauce?) I made the rash decision to eat out instead. Buffet style. NZ is expensive so buffets don't always seem like the best deal. Pizza Hut has their dinner buffet... for $20 per head. Good Lord. No thanks. This dinner buffet was 14 dollars, which is definitely not bad. Oh, and I ate. They had unlimited sushi and pumpkin soup. That primarily what I ate, though I did gorge myself on oranges and spring rolls too. Top that off with an ice cream with sprinkles? Ohh, I am happy. The only sad part is I only just realised that this place was so good. I leave in less than two months. That's a lot of buffet to make up for!

I'm up for the challenge!