I'll Never Have That Recipe Again

(MacArthur Park, Richard Harris)

Finally. The essay from hell is over. I don't know what to do with myself, now.

That's a lie. I have to get better at theory and skillz... and playing. That is what I have to dedicate my time to now.

I want to make cookies, though. Perhaps a saner thing to do when bored, no?

I am so desperately tired, though. I can't seem to fit all the crap I have to do into the hours of a day. Admittedly, that is because I organize my time so badly, but it's still stressful. I think the only solution is to stop reading this dense theory junk, and start baking. Good plan.
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