why is a raven like a writing desk?

It's funny, the games we play with others and ourselves. Moreso the games with ourselves, I find. Or maybe that's just me. I've always been my own worst enemy and I know that. I'm out to get me.

Aiya.

But anyway. School goes well, for the most part. We're doing a unit on spices right now in theory class and it's driving me a little nuts trying not to say "yeah?" every time someone says "nutmeg". How sad is it that I respond to that more than to the name my parents gave me?

We've been doing lots of cakes so far in practical. We've made black forest, vanilla sponge, and cheesecake so far. Plus some breads and such.


I've been low lately. I suspect because of the whole getting the prozac out of my system so I can start on my new drug that we're replacing it with. (Cymbalta.) Hopefully it'll work better, since it supposedly works on two neurotransmitters instead of one. Or something like that. I forget. The creepiness of the pharmacist's smile completely distracted me from what he was saying.


Tired.

Ever get that feeling where you're just ready to quit the day and then you realize it's only, like, 9 am? Yeah. And then there's a whole lotta day left.