Lilith Saintcrow

Scrambled eggs are difficult to cook correctly, but with the DHM’s help I have managed to evolve a system that does eventually involve them being cooked at one point or another.

And there was much rejoicing, especially since I cannot cook worth a damn. My mother did try to teach me, but nothing much came of it except the ability to bake chocolate-chip cookies and a mean grilled-cheese.

The Princess informs me she likes my macaroni-and-cheese much better than her Daddy’s. Which is gratifying if somewhat mystifying. I suppose my problem with cooking is that I am easily distracted by plotlines. Disaster usually ensues, along with wacky hijinks.

I actually broke the pesky 30K mark on Devil in Love yesterday. It’s slow going, stringing together all these beads I know I have to have in order to get to the Big Payoff. Murgh. The trouble is, I keep getting interrupted by life. Pesky life.

Today I’m already late, and I just got up. Coffee is not helping, and a mountain of work is not getting any smaller. I want to get on the treadmill and RUN AWAY. Especially from the characters in my head.

*mumblemumblemuttermutter*

Some days it’s best to just stay in bed. Despite the well-done eggs and the coffee-making going as planned.

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