Methods in procrastination: Precise Calorie Counting

According to the Chick-fil-A.com meal calculator my lunch was as follows:

• Chicken Sandwich ---------------------- 410 calories
• Waffle Fries (medium) ----------------- 350 calories
• Polynesian Sauce (2 oz) ----------------220 calories
• Sweetened Ice Tea (small) ------------- 1oo calories

Grand Total = 1080 calories

This is horrific! I am shocked and distressed by both the amount of crap I put in my body and by the amount of time I wasted going to their dumb web site, typing it all in and then reproducing it here. My entire purpose of eating fast food was to save time, and somehow I failed at doing that. Well, I guess this goes to show that I need to leave the university food court and find a study spot that doesn't have an internet connection.

14 Minutes Later

My virgin post was bared to the world exactly 10 minutes ago, and I already have four (4) views! This is so much more gratifying than working on my thesis, which is worrisome.

Since only 10 minutes (now 14) have passed, I am still sitting at a booth next to the Chick-fil-a, trying not to start a downward spiral of guilt about the seven million calories I just consumed.

But, hey, I drank tea instead of Coke, so at least my bones won't crumble inside my body when I get old.

Being unemployed, err full-time student, I have the entire glorious day spread out before me. Should I hold my ground here in the food court and type to the music of the people shutting down the restaurants for the week? Should I walk to the campus library (there's a nice spot on the 3rd floor with big windows and the sweet smell of musty books)? Or should I head to a coffee shop for a little hipster studying? Maybe I'll do all of the above in that order.

By the way, I have exactly one week to turn in 40-50 pages to my adviser. So far, I've written a page, but I have one hell of an outline. Does this mean I can't go out this weekend? Oh no.

The Yoga/Chick-fil-a Challenge

After an hour of soul squeezing yoga, I walked to the campus Chick-fil-a and replaced all the toxins that I had just down-dogged out of my body. I surfed the internet while dipping fried chicken in polynesian sauce (i.e., pretended to work on my thesis), and because nobody had anything to say to me on myspace at 2pm on a Friday, this blog was born.
To give you a little backstory, I quit my "dream" job about a month ago to finish my master's thesis and finally finally graduate. So now I will chronicle my daily moral struggle and failings to finish that damn paper by May and get out of bed before 9, no 10 a.m.