procrastination rocks!

at least if you still manage to get things done....
(and as apparently my family is not interested in this blog - not to think my life ;)) I can as well indulge in some code-switching - especially as I have no off-screen social contacts to speak of since the Telekom Techniker left my bedroom Friday afternoon and thus all my language input (no output to speak of) over the last days was English and Hindi - lucky yous that I decided on English today ...
So I procrastinated quite effectively this weekend with a load of bolly-sports, really good progress on watching two seasons of 'men in trees' for the second time, I successfully finished the second season of 'pushing daisies' as well as 'Andaaz' (oh kitne pyaari hai), 'Accidental Husband' and am half-way through 'Jaan' - an early Ajay Devgan (snoopy-vulture-face to Christina) with all the ingredients of an action-romance of the Mid-1990s Hindi film industry - delightful (especially the incredible amount of inconsistencies and weird jumps in story line).
BUT I also managed to finally hand in my paper for the conference proceedings of a conference I attended in Graz (in April) ... shame really, the original deadline was Sep. 1, moved to Oct 15 ignored till Nov 20, after a rather brief involvment forgotten again with my head bowed in shame until Christmas greetings and a final extension to Jan 10 arrived and thus the paper was sent on Jan 11 at 11 am ... thus only 4 month, 10 days and especially 11 hours late... How will I ever mend my procrastinating ways if people are so nice to me and let me get by with it....
And I wrote a few long e-mails, sent a rather too long and not well structured dissertation outline to my seminar group for discussion on Wednesday, did grocery shopping on Sunday (I just love the Edeka on Südkreuz for their 9-22 / 7 days a week opening hours) love the sunny winter days (from the other side of the window, that is) and my bedroom as I wake up looking into the rising sun (or sometimes the first faint red light on the horizon to tell me to stay in bed for another couple of hours ...
Oh and before anyone gets cheesy ideas about the Telekom Techniker - he brought filth, yes, but only on his shoes onto my new floor and he used dirty language but only because he could not get my line to work properly for more than an hour which resulted in several repeated work routines at the ports on the street, in the back yard and in my apartment - i.e. he had to climb the three flights of stairs again and again and whatever he did did not work properly and once we had it all set up and it worked the guys from the central office told him that the line we were using shows the danger of interference and thus sub-optimal performance especially for my internet connection was to be expected - and there he went again... cursing... and as the phone plug is on the wall in my bedroom and I set up all the routers and stuff there, I admit, I had a man in my bedroom. And my phone is working.