"...you're no match for that sulky girl..."
might


21 February 2007 21:52 Jitter jitter jitterbug
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I'm slightly hyper right now, which is causing me to post inflammatory and argumentative things on political blogs, and also preventing me from being able to follow a recipe for cookies. Seriously, you have no idea how unlike me that is. I can bake bread practically blindfolded and asleep, and yet now I get distracted by a shiny object or bright light or something and forget to put half of the flour in the cookie recipe*. What gives? Does nicotine control the ability to bake? If so, I will be skinnier but very unhappy.

I proofread an article for a good friend today. I love to proofread for people I know, because I my comments can be exactly what I'm thinking, even if what I'm thinking is "this makes you sound like a stupidhead," or "this sentence makes me think of groups of Orcs roaming the countryside, only really mediocre and with a lot of group projects."


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love, might


*If you were wondering, this results in lacy, buttery cookies that would be more than acceptable if one could remove them from the cookie sheets, which feat is, apparently, impossible.

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