I SWEAR I DO NOT WEAR A KERCHIEF
Everywhere there are yummy yummy recipes coming at me like zingity fattening yummalicious food bombs. First, I do it to myself by visiting friends with mad cooking skillz and the willingness to share recipes. And I buy Martha Stewart Living magazines just so I can LICK THE PAGES. And then I make it worse by choosing to participate in the AWC holiday cookie exchange which kickstarts the baking of the Christmas cookies.
Then
ozswede perpetuates the temptation with a string of delicious recipes that have me frantically printing and gathering and drooling, and then she sends me links to things like THIS.
And then Laini posts about recipes like THIS, which leads me to THIS and my god, I'm DOOOOOOOOOOMED.
Last Friday night I stayed up seriously late. I did the same thing on Saturday night, despite knowing it was going to make things difficult come time to get up Monday morning for work, and then I compounded things by staying up late Sunday night as well. I was correct in that theory of self-wrought morning-grogginess hardship, yet it did not stop me from staying up past my bedtime on Monday night...or Tuesday night. When the alarm went off this morning at 6:45 a.m. I nearly cried with despair at my own stupid self, after shooting out of bed wondering how it could POSSIBLY be time to get up already when I had JUST GONE TO SLEEP.
It is now Wednesday night and the time is nearly 11 o' the clock. Now I lay me down to sleep and after all the lovely recipes I have been looking at and poring over recently, I fully expect visions of sugarplums. Commence dancing!
Then
ozswede perpetuates the temptation with a string of delicious recipes that have me frantically printing and gathering and drooling, and then she sends me links to things like THIS.And then Laini posts about recipes like THIS, which leads me to THIS and my god, I'm DOOOOOOOOOOMED.
Last Friday night I stayed up seriously late. I did the same thing on Saturday night, despite knowing it was going to make things difficult come time to get up Monday morning for work, and then I compounded things by staying up late Sunday night as well. I was correct in that theory of self-wrought morning-grogginess hardship, yet it did not stop me from staying up past my bedtime on Monday night...or Tuesday night. When the alarm went off this morning at 6:45 a.m. I nearly cried with despair at my own stupid self, after shooting out of bed wondering how it could POSSIBLY be time to get up already when I had JUST GONE TO SLEEP.
It is now Wednesday night and the time is nearly 11 o' the clock. Now I lay me down to sleep and after all the lovely recipes I have been looking at and poring over recently, I fully expect visions of sugarplums. Commence dancing!
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