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Coherence is for the weak
Sep. 10th, 2006 12:19 amA thing that is good: Single Origin chocolates from Thorntons. Not just because one is Cuban. They are milk and dark and you can buy a little strip of six. Mmm.
My head is killing me. It has been for hours. I have being doing stuff all day. This morning I recycled paper. Then there was another heritage day thing. One of the perks of living near a medieval castle. ( Heritage, yay! )
And I made that cake, in the end. I left it until dinnertime, and we had to run out to the supermarket to get extra ingredients because I thought 150g was 12oz (not so much), and we ended up going to get my sister while we were there, and my entire family? Is mad. I blame them for my headache. My nephew just runs around and screams constantly, and my dad just sits in his chair and offers people no help ever unless specifically asked, and my mother comes over and tries to help you with things while doing thirty things of her own. And my sister will not stop talking to you. Ever. No matter what you are doing. I was all "I don't know. I'm baking you a cake. THE EGGS WON'T WHISK!", and still "What's that? What did you do today? Where's my present?". But I baked it (with no little help from my mother). And people liked it. They said it was rich, but given that it had a block of butter and two and a half bars of chocolate in it, this isn't really a suprise. It was supposed to be a Molten Chocolate Cake, and it was gooey in the middle, so I chalk it up as another cooking Success. Even if the actual cooking was, as usual, Disaster. And now my sister is gone. We totally survived her birthday. Hurrah.
I had caffeine. It helped. I wish I had a fancy car. I want to quote song lyrics all the time. Stella, well, she was my catatonic sex toy. And my parents love me. Someone wrote Guy-in-handcuffs fic. I haven't watched Carnivale or Deadwood. I love this icon more than is possibly fair.
My head is killing me. It has been for hours. I have being doing stuff all day. This morning I recycled paper. Then there was another heritage day thing. One of the perks of living near a medieval castle. ( Heritage, yay! )
And I made that cake, in the end. I left it until dinnertime, and we had to run out to the supermarket to get extra ingredients because I thought 150g was 12oz (not so much), and we ended up going to get my sister while we were there, and my entire family? Is mad. I blame them for my headache. My nephew just runs around and screams constantly, and my dad just sits in his chair and offers people no help ever unless specifically asked, and my mother comes over and tries to help you with things while doing thirty things of her own. And my sister will not stop talking to you. Ever. No matter what you are doing. I was all "I don't know. I'm baking you a cake. THE EGGS WON'T WHISK!", and still "What's that? What did you do today? Where's my present?". But I baked it (with no little help from my mother). And people liked it. They said it was rich, but given that it had a block of butter and two and a half bars of chocolate in it, this isn't really a suprise. It was supposed to be a Molten Chocolate Cake, and it was gooey in the middle, so I chalk it up as another cooking Success. Even if the actual cooking was, as usual, Disaster. And now my sister is gone. We totally survived her birthday. Hurrah.
I had caffeine. It helped. I wish I had a fancy car. I want to quote song lyrics all the time. Stella, well, she was my catatonic sex toy. And my parents love me. Someone wrote Guy-in-handcuffs fic. I haven't watched Carnivale or Deadwood. I love this icon more than is possibly fair.
