As strange as it may sound, eating my waffles was something of a revelatory experience for me. I sat at my desk, with my cup of coffee, and Brandon Sanderson's new book, and ate in silence, savoring both the book and the waffles equally, and when I was finished I put everything away, and went back to writing, with the strange realization that I can make waffles whenever I damn-well please. After all, I'm an adult.
I've been living on my own for eight years, now, paying bills and going to work and doing all of the things that were expected of me to survive... and this kind of thing never occurred to me. I am allowed to have fun, but only if I allow myself to. If I want to get up early on Saturday and put a whole box of cereal into a mixing bowl with a gallon of milk and watch Pokemon, or the Animaniacs on DVD, I can.
Good Lord, I've just realized I sound like the worst self-help guy ever. You can be lazy, but only if you allow yourself to be lazy. Try it sometime, it's good for the soul. As are waffles.
So, I'll keep this short, as I really should be writing... and don't have anything meaningful to say. My point is this: Making waffles is great. Do it more often than you feel is necessary.