Soy un perdedor

I'm slowly catching up with the flist. Going back to work after my absolutely amazing long weekend in Iceland has been -ehm- confronting? I love my job (I really, really do) but real life is getting me down a little bit. Nothing to worry about I'm sure; hormones are starting to prepare for a war yet again, so that's probably it.
Still; it does make me feel like a loser not doing anything contructive in my spare time. And I don't mean big things like ending world hunger, really: I'm so lame I consider not succeeding in doing my chores a huge failure. (So don't expect me to feed the world any time soon, not until after I sorted myself out anyway)

Watch me commenting and answering posts and mail long after it's appropriate. Oh and dishes. Will do those dishes. Honest.

ETA: Aaargh. Proving my point; I meant to ask for directions to anything I missed while I was away and stuck in my own head in the past week. Link me to your life?

Meme time!

Taken from fred_bear

1. Think of the first word that comes to mind when you think of me.
2. Go to Google Images and search for that word.
3. Reply to this post with one of the pictures on the first page of results (don't tell me the word!).
4. Put this in your own journal so that I can do the same.