So, just as I did back in April, I’ve picked up a little freelance writing work.
I have trouble focusing at home. The TV is there, Mark is there, and my pantry is there.. and all of a sudden I need to know what’s happening on Regis & Kelly and in Mark’s life, and I’m far hungrier than usual.
In other words, if I want to get anything done, I need to go somewhere else.
Naturally, instead of working on my freelance work, I’m blogging.
Nothing has changed since high school. Nothing. Anyway, as it turns out, I’m good at finding distractions no matter where I go. But at least when I go to Panera, I know I have to get to work at some point.
I’ve been subsisting largely on coffee ever since I found out they gave free refills.
Seriously, guys. Free refills on coffee. Free refills on coffee! As much coffee as you can drink!!!!
I should probably cut back. I’m feeling a little buzzy.
I also got breakfast at Panera yesterday because I’d just gotten bloodwork done for my surgery after fasting and I was starving. I used to get bagels at Panera all the time back in college when I spent days there doing homework. One of my favorite combinations was the asiago cheese bagel with sun-dried tomato cream cheese.
I was very disappointed to learn that said cream cheese is seriously gone forever. I decided to try the same bagel with veggie cream cheese.
It worked, but it wasn’t the same.
Anyway, this morning I had no such excuse of fasting and bloodwork and couldn’t rationalize buying breakfast out when I had perfectly good stuff at home, so I made myself breakfast before heading out.
A yogurt bowl, to be specific.
Into the mix went:
- TJ’s Nonfat Vanilla Bean Greek Yogurt
- Kashi Go Lean Crunch! Honey Almond Flax
- TJ’s pumpkin butter
And now I’m at Panera, sipping my coffee and
procrastinating writing a blog post. I should probably get to work.
Oh, but I first “had to” take these beautiful self-portraits to send to my mom. Because, obviously, she misses me. Who wouldn’t?
God, I’m a freak.
And yes, I did do that at Panera. And yes, people were around. And yes, people did look at me like I was crazy and probably considered moving away to a further table.
Whatever. I’m focusing. Duh.
Okay. No more distractions. Time to get to work!
Where do you go to get work done?