Day so far: fudge, muffins, hot gay guys

[azurelunatic]

After making my fudge, and washing dishes, I went to bed at 4. I woke up at 7 am when someone called the Temple line. I stumbled over, recognized the first six numbers on the caller ID, and correctly gathered that it was Grandma, calling to sing a Happy Birthday on the answering machine to the birthday boy. I stumbled back to bed.

I woke up again to votania panicking about the cake pan, as it was nowhere to be found. "Fridge. Fudge." I said, or something approximating that.

I bleared out a little later, and cut and packed fudge in cellophane. I finally wandered off to school, late for my bake sale shift, after having dropped some of the fudge. Pissy, bitchy, sour... I was eventually cheered up by the sight of Mr. President, who was wearing a muscle shirt. Mmmmmmmmmmmmm. Yum.

Someone brought cupcakes. Mr. Pres made about 3 different kinds of cake, plus cookies and brownies.


Now, I go to class. Peevish whining about music later.