Oh the Irony!

In an attempt to win the fight against paper that my study has been waging on me (ok, I realize I'm the one in charge, here, but I swear, paper just magically appear whenever I leave the room), I used part of my official return-to-work day to reclaim a bit of my table. Well, it's official because I said so, because I'm pretty sure no one really cares at this precise moment if I'm working or not (being on the unemployed-end-of-fellowship side of things). So anyways. My plan was this: work, read, cook, and get a tiny bit of control over the piles of paper that surround me. For all this, I can say : Victory. (The quiche, cranberry and brie, was a bit disappointing, but I hadn't cooked in a while, so there you have it.)

Anyways. While going through the papers with a recycling bin close to me, I came upon this book, bought during one of my "I'll beat procrastination" day. Do I really need to say that a) I haven't beaten anything aside from the quiche's eggs, and b) I hadn't even started on the book?