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Cake is baked. Jam wasn't enough to fill the middle, so I added one of the cans of coconut and whipped in some cornflour to produce a cherry coconut creme. two cans of coconut cream are in the freezer to be whipped with icing sugar.
Chicken stew off the stove.
Third round of dishes in.

Done:
Baking a yeasted chocolate cake to be filled with kirsch-cherry preserves and topped with whipped coconut cream.
Two loads of dishes, going on a third.
Cleaned half the kitchen.
Cooking dinner.

Plans:
Shopping for tonight and tomorrow.
Check mail, confirm new tea lights have shipped.
Small ritual to break in some tools.
Finish cleaning.
Try to get something written for Seattle Erotic.

Dear interboops,

The recipe for "baked French toast" was a lie. I have accidentally bread pudding for breakfast. Please advise.

I have found a better dumping ground for my political opinions, which is nice. It feels better not getting that all over this incarnation's pelt.

A #MLP retelling of "Huis Clos (No Exit)" with a griffin, a changeling, and a pony in the same room in Tartarus.

Okay, a majority of bunis in here today have decided that we're going to try to do the work thing. Despite the crusty sinuses and the soreness, we ship in two weeks and all that could just be "winter" and "trying to sleep in the Observatory" which has jammed up the chassis before.

After breakfast, though. Breakfast with qitis is good.

I need an orthosona masto account from which to talk about money and business and humans, preferably with a Unikitty icon so folks know how much I actually care about any of those things but must obligate myself into their realm.

Is there a tech masto that doesn't feel like a GNU Social wannabe hangout?

My project launches in two weeks and I'm too sick to work on it today.

The worst part of how I feel right now is that my brain doesn't seem _that_ impaired, but my body is definitely not willing to do much. I ache, I feel tired, and my eyes hurt. I just want to sleep, and for the brief periods of not-glazed-over-staring-at-my-paws, I have coherent multipartite sentences, bordering on whole paragraphs.

And then I just want to sleep again.

I want more old-school cooking shows. I want to see all the other cuisines of the world explored in the medium of a master chef in the space showing me how easy -- or hard! -- it is to do at home.

Oh yeah. I'm sick.

"Why is my laptop battery dropping? I don't get it. What's wrong? It's not that old! I didn't drop it! The cable's in!

...

... oh, I didn't plug it in."

love to start off the year by getting sick. Or at least I feel sick. No fever yet but sore, achy, and listless. Bleagh.

Apparently it isn't dead. I'm almost scared to watch the trailer. my work desktop is dead and my laptop is short a USB port, so I'm stuck without sound for the moment.

Deadline: ‘Disjointed’ Part 2 Trailer: Ruth & Her Budtenders Are Back In Business. http://google.com/newsstand/s/CBIwlp-pqDc

"New" "Year" http://orrery.prismaticmedia.com/2018/01/01/new-year/

Can somebody ask dasharez0ne to do a "Happy New Year" pic dropping a guillotine? Asking for 545 friends in Washington DC. =n.n=