Well, there's that.

Oh, today. I was going to write some more shit about feelings, but... now that I've grown annoyed with said feelings in the procedure that belongs natively to me as a Taurus I am pretty much just waiting to get over myself. In short form, I woke up crying, was in bed until noon, and haven't done anything useful today. I mean, I made breakfast, for myself and two other people, so I guess there's that, and I am on vacation so... I guess there's that, but I do have a lot of homework I should have done... earlier in the week, and a lot of other projects I wanted to use my down time on while I'm here. Like the comic with auto_destruct.

But no, I am instead wound up on this borrowed sofa being a gelatinous, slightly headachey mass. I should go get some coffee. I think some of this might be menstrual. I should also make pies. Should should should.

ALRIGHT.

ENOUGH FUCKING OF THAT MAUDLIN BULLSHIT. I still feel terrible BUT IT IS TIME FOR SOME FUCKING COOKING NOW. Yesterday, I reprised this recipe with raw honey in place of the sugar and creme fraiche in place of the mascarpone. Raw honey is always amazing but I think I prefer mascarpone.

Today, I am making some of these pies.

I'll keep you posted.

Pie time, bitches.