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I question a lot in my life, the choices I've made and oaths I've taken, and am starting to think I should have turned left instead of right a little more often...
No matter. I can't believe that I could hear so many coworkers despite my earplugs, so I left work early today when my eye started throbbing and realized that I did not want to sit in my apartment alone, so popped some mockcedrin and went for a lunch and a walk with Rachel, where many a cute thing was waiting to be bought, much to the chagrin of my checking account.
Came home, made dinner and had the last half of it which was meant for lunch be eaten as dinner pt. 2 for Paul. So yet again, no lunch.
Also started making a strawberry-rhubarb galette, despite the act that all of the strawberries were sliced when they shouldn't have, so now I need more. Looking at directions, having even a vague idea of what the directions ask for is not a bad idea. I'm just saying. I'm a little concerned about the dough, and we'll see if the insides turn out, because I'm not sure if I cooked them enough. I'm sure it will be fine, but I'm really such a perfectionist when it comes to desserts (see: the cheesecake housewarming incident). And I shudder to even begin to think about the chili brownies. I think my ego is tied up into my dessert making prowess (feeble as it is), so I take it far too seriously, though the chile smell did make me feel sick.
No matter. I can't believe that I could hear so many coworkers despite my earplugs, so I left work early today when my eye started throbbing and realized that I did not want to sit in my apartment alone, so popped some mockcedrin and went for a lunch and a walk with Rachel, where many a cute thing was waiting to be bought, much to the chagrin of my checking account.
Came home, made dinner and had the last half of it which was meant for lunch be eaten as dinner pt. 2 for Paul. So yet again, no lunch.
Also started making a strawberry-rhubarb galette, despite the act that all of the strawberries were sliced when they shouldn't have, so now I need more. Looking at directions, having even a vague idea of what the directions ask for is not a bad idea. I'm just saying. I'm a little concerned about the dough, and we'll see if the insides turn out, because I'm not sure if I cooked them enough. I'm sure it will be fine, but I'm really such a perfectionist when it comes to desserts (see: the cheesecake housewarming incident). And I shudder to even begin to think about the chili brownies. I think my ego is tied up into my dessert making prowess (feeble as it is), so I take it far too seriously, though the chile smell did make me feel sick.