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Okay, I've managed to go out to the local mall for a bit. I've even gotten editing done. Assuming I've set the privacy settings correctly, I should have even gotten a backup of the second draft posted onto my Dreamwidth account. (It is not a huge deal if I did not.) As usual, I had planned to make dinner tonight for the housemate and I.

This plan lasted until I stood up to take the planned items out of the refrigerator and the freezer. I got up and immediately saw why any plan that involved standing for a long period of time wouldn't work. I turned to the housemate and said, "I think you're making dinner tonight" as I grabbed the back of the couch to steady myself.

Current Mood: bitchy

I went past the kitchen table as I woke up this morning. This, in itself, is not unusual. The bathroom is on the far end of the kitchen. I do not understand why the house is set up this way, but it does not matter. Sitting on the table were three potatoes, some flour, a jar of molasses, and a Graham cracker pie crust.

I remember what I planned to do with all of these. The potatoes were to be turned into french fries and potato bread. The other ingredients are to eventually be made into Shoofly pie. However, I went to bed last night without touching any of them. I will probably not get to them today either, as I have to go to work and hand out pizzas all day.

I should get to it some day, but my enthusiasm for food preparation could be higher. I wonder if I could get the housemate to make the pie if I gave her my grandmother's recipe.