Tonight I'm playing Where Did I Put My Damn Oven Mitt (Again)? I play it every time I bake multiple dozens of cookies. Every time I take a sheet from the oven, I put the mitt down in a different place, so that the next time I need it, I get to play. Fabulous, no?
No. Really. NOOOOOOO.
See, I have this idea that if I have to skip running in the evening, even if it's because I am genuinely 100% exhausted, I should at least be productive. Far be it from me to rest on my laurels on a weeknight! Read the new book I got? Of course not! Figure out why sudoku is suddenly not working out? Never! Try on swimwear in January? Of course!
I really did try on swimwear. At Target. It wasn't as depressing as one might think. In fact, it's nicer in the winter when I don't have a nasty runner's tan to contend with.
Right, so when I got done with my errands, even though I was (am) still 100% exhausted, I saw the butter I'd gotten out to soften and didn't want to put it back in the fridge and so here I am making a double batch of chocolate chip cookies. This will save me work later, I tell myself. Which is true, but not a good enough reason for baking eight dozen cookies whilst 100% exhausted.
Good grief. Will I ever learn?
Probably not.
2006-01-12 - 9:42 p.m.
