Must. Bake. Pie. But SF interferes....
Really.
I have $10 worth (5# worth?) of fresh peaches going over-ripe as we speak, which were partly purchased by a friend, to whom I promised a PIE in reciprocation for her investment (love to bake, pie's a happy thing for me to produce), and cobbler with the remains to me and my Sis, who expects said cobbler for breakfast ** tomorrow.**
Er, *today*. Eeek, in 4 hours. !!!!
But you know what, BATTLESTAR GALACTICA has been *eating my brain!!!!* as you will know if you've looked at my earlier posts. So now, I must still produce PIE before these peaches hit the point of No Return, (which my bakerly eye estimates will be, noon on Thursday, 7/10.), and also cobbler for go-with-to-lunch noshes- all in the next few hours.
But really I just want to sit and absorb the, oh, 60 hours of BSG I have downloaded (all 3 first seasons and a bit of the 4th) RIGHT NOW.
Which means, REALLY, I should just be able to wallow in bed and TUBE maniacally for the next, oh, Week, give or take a few days (ok, 4 days if I do tubing *non-stop*, allowing for a bit for food and sleep time in there...).
But alas. I must maintain a semblance of humanity and also deal with some penny ante client writing gigs, so I can't really just devolve into BSG Fan Absorption Land, much as I want to. @$Q!)#*#@ again.
So I guess I'll have to bake that pie/make that cobbler in the (imminently here) A.M. (which is irksome, cuz now I'm really ready for bed). It's either that, or be obsessive about my sci-fi show, and blow off social obligations which I actually want to honor. Then I'll have to beat myself up over *that*. Sigh.
At least the former option will give me something edible to show for it....
Silver lining, yeah, silver lining....
Thank you for listening to my social angst. And dammit, there't that a-word again, and I so thought I was over that in my life.
~Wylde~ the slightly obsessive....
I have $10 worth (5# worth?) of fresh peaches going over-ripe as we speak, which were partly purchased by a friend, to whom I promised a PIE in reciprocation for her investment (love to bake, pie's a happy thing for me to produce), and cobbler with the remains to me and my Sis, who expects said cobbler for breakfast ** tomorrow.**
Er, *today*. Eeek, in 4 hours. !!!!
But you know what, BATTLESTAR GALACTICA has been *eating my brain!!!!* as you will know if you've looked at my earlier posts. So now, I must still produce PIE before these peaches hit the point of No Return, (which my bakerly eye estimates will be, noon on Thursday, 7/10.), and also cobbler for go-with-to-lunch noshes- all in the next few hours.
But really I just want to sit and absorb the, oh, 60 hours of BSG I have downloaded (all 3 first seasons and a bit of the 4th) RIGHT NOW.
Which means, REALLY, I should just be able to wallow in bed and TUBE maniacally for the next, oh, Week, give or take a few days (ok, 4 days if I do tubing *non-stop*, allowing for a bit for food and sleep time in there...).
But alas. I must maintain a semblance of humanity and also deal with some penny ante client writing gigs, so I can't really just devolve into BSG Fan Absorption Land, much as I want to. @$Q!)#*#@ again.
So I guess I'll have to bake that pie/make that cobbler in the (imminently here) A.M. (which is irksome, cuz now I'm really ready for bed). It's either that, or be obsessive about my sci-fi show, and blow off social obligations which I actually want to honor. Then I'll have to beat myself up over *that*. Sigh.
At least the former option will give me something edible to show for it....
Silver lining, yeah, silver lining....
Thank you for listening to my social angst. And dammit, there't that a-word again, and I so thought I was over that in my life.
~Wylde~ the slightly obsessive....