I should do those things, though, so that tomorrow when I get home from school I can revel in the fact that I had such a productive Thursday night, and I can walk around the house barefoot (without my feet getting Wal-Mart feet dirty), and I can rub my hands up and down on my stomach and be proud that I'm not as much of a fatty as I was the day before.
What's to blame for this lack of productivity? Well, it could be that the time change is turning me into a bear. Matt insists that I have SAD, but I argue that I do not have SAD; instead I am a bear (Kind of like Yogi.). I like to eat a lot and then hibernate. (Granted, I also like to do those things in the summer, so maybe the explanation is more that I'm a lazy bump on a log.)
We could also blame my lack of productivity on the cinnamon glazed almonds that I made yesterday. See, I let them cool on the baking sheet for too long, and when I went back to get them the almonds were all stuck to the sheet. So I had to use spatulas and my hands to pry them off, and in doing so, I cut my finger on some jagged hardened sugar. I would show you the cut, except that it would be really hard to take a picture of it because it's on my right hand. Also, I don't want to show you the cut because it's so tiny and inconsequential that you would think that I was a big whining baby. Anyway, I think the cut might be infected, and it's very likely that I have developed some sort of brown sugar poisoning. I'll probably be dead by morning.
Oh, and this is completely unrelated, but if I'd be remiss if I didn't promote this one chicken recipe before this certain death. I've posted about it before, but kind of just in passing, and it's just so good. We've actually had it twice in the last week (gas grill decided that it didn't want to live any longer; I'm pretty sure it was dying of brown sugar poisoning). It's Lemon and Rosemary Roasted Chicken from The Bitten Word, and it's absolutely delicious. It's a little bit time consuming since the chicken has to marinate for an hour and then cook for almost as long, but it's sooooooooooooooo good. So make it in honor of me. You know, after I die from the the sugar wound and subsequent poisoning.
I get the purple plate and pour the remaining marinade on mine. Mmmmmmmmm.
That was probably enough rambling. I think I'm going to race myself now to see how quickly I can accomplish everything on my current to-do list.
Ready. . .set. . . go!