I got a lot of reading done, so I was something close to livable tonight. At least, I think so. I'm pretty sure I bugged one of my sisters with my renditions of a a variety of genres of music, but then it wasn't intentional because I sincerely believed that she had fallen asleep. My apologies, but I kind of made up for it by making something weird with peaches and butter and eggs and flour with a french name. It said "Clafoutis" on the recipe but I've translated it to be "Klafooty".
I've also decided that I don't like making desserts.
Time to go sit in bed and read Bridget Jones' Diary and giggle helplessly into sleep.
"I've decided: I'm giving up men. And carbohydrates."