ita, that is all really too much, on top of everything else. You have every reason to feel overwhelmed. Perhaps you should eat the cake for the cousin you don't like.
But NOW, my apartment is neat enough for me not to wake up in 2012 feeling like a disgusting pig.
I think it's too late not to wake up in 2012 feeling like a disgusting pig, but maybe I'll go clean something.
The TV tells me it's bad luck to do laundry on New Year's Day. That's a new one to me, but I'm good with that. I still have to make my collards and black-eyed peas for money and luck. They haven't worked yet, but at least I like collards and black-eyed peas.
I had the dry kind and the recipe called for active,
I'm pretty sure that's the same thing.
Perhaps you should eat the cake for the cousin you don't like.
That is a brilliant idea.
Oh, ita. That is epic suckitude.
I have spicy drunken noodles, tom ka gai and fresh springrolls. And I'm doing laundry and will do another round of staining shortly.
Oooh, my nose, it runs.
Hey, anyone want this in a small [link] ? It got added to my order by accident and they said not to bother returning it. I'm not a small.
Benedict Cumberbatch [link] and Martin Freeman [link] are having a twitter competition for followers. The loser has to wear a clown costume.
Arrrrrgh. We needed to leave 15 minutes ago. I'm trying to not flip out like a mammal.
Alas, according to Steven Moffat (@steven_moffat): "For the record, @mrcumberbatch is not the real Benedict."
Don't know about the other.
My manager just checked up on me. That was nice of her. Not that either of us have the first clue what the official next step is, but at least the CIO knows now, and she's tracking down the Information Security Officer to tell him.
I mentioned the part where I fucked up, right?
Yeah...
I should go watch some Community. Not that it wasn't watching Community that distracted me from emptying my car in the first place, damned show. But I forgive Dan. I do.
My lamb stew is in the oven.
My parents have called me three times about an entirely casual dinner. wtf.
