True sign of the apocalypse: the Donald in overalls, singing the theme song to Green Acres. I had to run out of the apartment for a solid hour after that.
Classes: causing me stress in a good way. Work: causing me stress in an anger-inducing, Milton-burning-down-the-building way. Blogging: causing me stress, in a guilt-ridden way. Should someone who has been blowing off friends & human beings still take out the time to drone on in a blog? I'm conflicted.
I have not forgotten my oath to bake every weekend, though I have already managed to be unfaithful to it. I had to do some preparatory work on Sunday for the next baking adventure, and have yet to locate one of the key ingredients.
Also, I knew the Pats were not going to fare well this year- I am glad that my studying prevented me from watching the debacle. Sunday was official Boston Area sports choke day.
Finally, Naveen, see what happens when you don't wash your hair?
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