There are certain times of the month when I really hate my body. If you have female reproductive organs, you know what I mean. Unless you are lucky, in which case I hate you instead. (Not really. But I am super envious.)
I've been watching True Detective. Wow. It is so totally not my genre, and yet I am fascinated by it. (Does anyone know of any good slash fic? It seems like there should be some.)
I've been doing a lot of baking, and a lot of collecting of recipes.
I made these:
Brown Sugar Butterscotch Cookies.
And these:
Mint and Chocolate Fudge Oreo Bars (except I cut them into little tiny squares like pieces of fudge, because as bars I thought they would have been too much.)
And this:
Applesauce Bread. I put a finely diced granny smith apple in and it was fantastic. You probably only need half the amount of cinnamon sugar on top as the recipe calls for, because a lot of it just poured/fell off during the slicing process.
Currently, there are
White Chocolate Chunk Chocolate Muffins in the oven, and they smell really, really good.