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Day 1868 Whining
Nov. 19th, 2010 09:51 pmWell, it's Friday night and everyone I know has something to do or someone to be with except me, it seems. Me? I get to take the dog out- over and over and over. And fix Emily's shoe. And- well, you get the idea.
To combat this, Emily and I made fudge- which took too long and she had to go to bed. So I kept stirring. Obviously I didn't stir hard enough or something because while it cooked long enough, the sugar didn't all melt and it's grainy. I have the sensation that I have wasted both time and materials that could have been better used.
I think I should just put this hurt ankle to bed- today is not going to improve and tomorrow could be better... although right at the moment, I doubt it.
To combat this, Emily and I made fudge- which took too long and she had to go to bed. So I kept stirring. Obviously I didn't stir hard enough or something because while it cooked long enough, the sugar didn't all melt and it's grainy. I have the sensation that I have wasted both time and materials that could have been better used.
I think I should just put this hurt ankle to bed- today is not going to improve and tomorrow could be better... although right at the moment, I doubt it.
