Sunday Evening Blah

State of the Nation: My apartment is so clean,I'm almost traumatized by it. Except, I like it. Lots.

State of my Mind: Bored. Bored. Bored. Bored. Bored. I did the gym, cleaned the 'partment, did some grocery shopping, balanced my chequebook and have utterly no laundry left to tamper with. I thought I could write some fic, but I'm in the wrong mood for it.

It's 4:44pm. If I made dinner now, watched "The Mummy", and went to bed around 8pm, I could theoretically get ten hours of sleep in before I return to work. (Which, y'know, would make up for the 8:30 am phone call from my 'rents. TWO mornings in a row. WHAT IS UP WITH THAT? It's torture, dammit!)

Anyhoo. I'm boring myself more writing this, so... I need to go.

The Dangers of Boredom

Heh. So, since I'm restless and bored after spending an energetic day cleaning, I turned to my sparkling kitchen and decided to do some baking.

Thus far, the brownies are cooling on the rack, Lemon Meringue pie has another 6 minutes in the oven, and the muffins... good to go when the pie gets out of the oven.

After that, I shall let the pie cool long enough until I can dig into it. The brownies I'm taking to the office tomorrow, and the apple-cinnamon muffins... brekkie anyone?

So dangerous when bored. So sugar-high dangerous. Heeeee!