absinthe

Tra la la.

How lovely to have thanksgiving break soon ! I'm currently making pie. Last night my lovely dormies and I got baked while baking, and ate ice cream out of the tub. Yes, it comes in tubs.
It's been one of those weeks that just whizzes by and I can't seem to do anything the right way. I put off a paper and ended up writing it at work yesterday. I broke my dormie's car. I had my academic honor challenged and then fessed up to shady survey-administering in my psych class (which resulted in laughter from the entire class, the whole situation was pretty funny). I lost my sketchbook which is still behind the counter at Joann fabrics waiting for me to pick it up. I said I could work a shift that I couldn't, but fortunately got out of it when Scylla the amazing covered it for me out of the kindness of her heart. I used up four dozen eggs making 24 pies for our co-op's thanksgiving feast inferno, so now it's time to buy more. Why am I inept?

I don't mind too much since the week is over and I survived with minimal trauma. But it begs the question of whether I'll be able to say I'm thankful for my cognitive capacity during thanksgiving grace this year. heh. I'd rather be dumb and in love than smart and unloving, but I don't think those things are mutually exclusive ... maybe just for me.