At 11:30, I promptly walked away from the computer, picked up my list of chores, and walked out of the house. According the new Master Plan, aka Life 2.0, I'm not allowed to spend more than three hours on the computer. The world won't end, if I miss out on the afternoon's chatfest on the blogs or a long list of snarky links on Twitter. It's better for me to write well for two hours, rather than crappy stuff all day. Besides I want to start doing other things in life.
I'm not done. Not done completely. (I am allowed to check the twitter feeds and blog comments on the iPhone at red lights.) But I'm certainly taking a large step back.
As part of chore list yesterday, I stopped by Barnes and Noble to do a little research and decided to pick up some grub at the cafe. They had perfectly nice turkey sandwiches, but I chose the personal pizza, because it was $5. The lean turkey sandwiches were $6. Yes, I still have scars from graduate school. Why do you ask?
Well, that personal pizza was dripping with cheese and pepperoni grease. It must have had 2,000 calories. I ate the whole thing, while skim reading books that I am too cheap to buy. I feel dirty. I need to repent. I'm going to the gym first thing this morning, which is going to throw off the beauty and simplicity of the Master Plan -- work morning; get out afternoon. I'm slightly concerned that a change in the master plan is going to fuck up my recovery process.
Sigh. Well, let me quickly throw out a post of links of stuff that I've been compulsively reading on my iPhone at red lights.