bachelor life

In keeping with the extended gaps between posts, I thought I was about time that I added something to this increasingly neglected blog. Little has changed in a metaphysical sense, but that is just a reflection of the state of mind I am in when it occurs to me to jot down some random thoughts; generally I am avoiding doing something that is at once important, but essentially boring. Tonight's tasks: write a shallow little paper about some international conflict or other, edit a small mountain of very dry policy documents, and clean the apartment before my girlfriend gets home. That last one is looking especially enticing. I normally jump at mindless cleaning tasks when I am procrastinating, but recently my dearly beloved has been spending two nights a week in Stockholm, an event that unleashes the hidden sloth inside of me. No longer am I washing windows or dusting the bookcases. Now I have proper cleaning to do: collecting a veritable mountain of beer cans that seem to collect on every flat surface in the house, and picking up the underwear that I apparently leave all over the place, telescoped into little hollow stumps. From this I have determined that I become naked almost as soon as I get home, and I must be about 70% beer by volume.