Well. Responses to the last posts included sincerely worried concerns on the one hand, and enjoyment in my authentic heap of borderline quirkiness on the other hand. I aim to please, people. Indeed, it turns out blog-readers revel in the everyday online eccentricities of their fellow meshuggenas. I mean, sure, I knew that. I'm a blog-reader myself, and I guess I was kind of counting on my readership's capacity for amused identification. In any case, I was pleased to learn that crying in the presence of cake-and-5-o'clock-tea invitee will not make her ban me for life, but rather refer me to another blog that is just possibly more verbose than my own, and certainly more avowedly mentally disturbed: check out how spot on she is about the hardship of decision making in the land of online shopping. Sisterhood of Indecisiveness. (That will totally be the title of my next blog.) Said invitee professed her undying friendship and moral support by sending me this cartoon depiction of, oh, my life. Indeed, I am not alone, but part of the League of Procrastinators.
I also have a Challah dough (just so! on a Tuesday!) rising to keep me company. Which means that a bread post is coming up. Which means that I will finally tell you the story of why, see this no-knead bread and I? it didn't work out between us. I have been evading this post for a while, mainly because the break up was messy and teary and made me feel like a total idiot. I know this is a tendency of mine, but you better believe that when the recipe and I are not meant to be, and you add to that 450 degrees F, things can get distressing.
I am scarred but a wholer person now. Ha! "wholer" is not a word? What are you dictionary-compilers, some kind of idealistic Platonists? As far as I'm concerned, the whole point of blogging about your obsessions is to become a WHOLER person.
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