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Just in time for the holidays, one of my wisdom teeth is attempting to come in, but I'm not sure it'll work, or if I'm just going to have it play peekaboo again. To complicate matters, I appear to have cut or otherwise screwed up the top of my mouth, also on the left side, just to make things completely fucking miserable for me. :P So for most of yesterday I existed on half a spoonful of peanut butter, a glass of milk, and I spent the evening nursing one cherry coke. There was a slice of Little Ceaser's pizza, which is pretty much as good as it used to be, but I'm not sure it was worth a drive to Goose Creek. However, since that happened around 10pm, I'm not counting it.
The dog broke her cable, so this morning I took her for a walk. Which, aside from the fact that mumsy's sweater was too big and too small all at once, wasn't so bad. Except when I walk, I think. It's why I walk when I'm working on something and why I walk when I'm beyond upset. However, when I'm just marginally unhappy, the walks tend to do more harm than good. So my funk is only now lifting, and that I suspect is from having to munch quite a bit of the brownie batter. Fucking box said it had enough for the 13x9 pan, which was the only one I could find. I only had the one box of that kind, forgetting that we normally buy two because I don't really like cooked brownies, but I was good. I didn't munch prior to pouring it into the pan. Good, I tell you!
So I pour, yes? Scrape even, weeping as I do so because all that precious batter...! To be cooked. Phooey. It was such a thin layer that the chips in it were pretty much all flat out and you just knew the damn thing would burn. So I had to pour and scrape it into a smaller one I found. Here's hoping that works out. *frets* I'm off to decorate the fake tree that I put up this morning.
Oh, and ari gave me a fantastical ruby ring. :D So. SHINY.
The dog broke her cable, so this morning I took her for a walk. Which, aside from the fact that mumsy's sweater was too big and too small all at once, wasn't so bad. Except when I walk, I think. It's why I walk when I'm working on something and why I walk when I'm beyond upset. However, when I'm just marginally unhappy, the walks tend to do more harm than good. So my funk is only now lifting, and that I suspect is from having to munch quite a bit of the brownie batter. Fucking box said it had enough for the 13x9 pan, which was the only one I could find. I only had the one box of that kind, forgetting that we normally buy two because I don't really like cooked brownies, but I was good. I didn't munch prior to pouring it into the pan. Good, I tell you!
So I pour, yes? Scrape even, weeping as I do so because all that precious batter...! To be cooked. Phooey. It was such a thin layer that the chips in it were pretty much all flat out and you just knew the damn thing would burn. So I had to pour and scrape it into a smaller one I found. Here's hoping that works out. *frets* I'm off to decorate the fake tree that I put up this morning.
Oh, and ari gave me a fantastical ruby ring. :D So. SHINY.