Eat This! (you heard me)

Here’s what I do, when my writing skills don’t agree with me or the silly material just won’t budge: Make melting miniature marcipan cakes. That and I take pictures of them from so many different angles and with so much (food) porn in mind, I feel like a real pedofile – this shot might just as well be an upskirt of a six year old!

Please let me in on your procrastination tricks – are you getting any good dusting done, do you prefer filing your cd’s after colours or are you finally giving Stallone’s “oeuvre” the time it deserves? Or could it be that I’m the last dinosaur out here still doing work that’s vaguely similar to an exam, however long-lasting this one may be? Pleez tell me it isn’t so!