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marcicat*Made some scones this morning, like a baker. (From a box mix, because I am not actually a baker.) Based on initial impressions (aka I ate one), it appears I neither burned nor overcooked them, a minor miracle when it comes to me and baking.
*My brain is overwhelmed by the sheer number of things I *could* do today. Historical precedent indicates this means I will probably do none of them, read fanfic all afternoon, and then feel guilty about it. (Why, brain, why?)
*On the other hand, I made scones, and I wrote this post, so if I do one more thing, that will be *three things,* which surely is enough for any Sunday.
*My brain is overwhelmed by the sheer number of things I *could* do today. Historical precedent indicates this means I will probably do none of them, read fanfic all afternoon, and then feel guilty about it. (Why, brain, why?)
*On the other hand, I made scones, and I wrote this post, so if I do one more thing, that will be *three things,* which surely is enough for any Sunday.
