I’m so excited, I’m in too deep

OMG! I almost forgot to make a post today. Goll, that would suck.

So, I finally took The Weekend Baker to task and baked something fun. I started fairly easy and made some scones. Roommate bought some dried blueberries a while ago, and we've been looking for something to use them in, and the scones were perfect...I mean, they were a perfect vessel for the blueberries. And the recipe turned out pretty nice, if I do say so myself. I was a little daunted by the kneading part. I've never kneaded bread before, so when the dough was a little too sticky, and when my hands got all gooey, I freaked a little. I didn't pee or anything, I just was like, "wtf, help!" What can I say?

So I made up a batch of oatmeal cookies using a recipe from Schrafft's and no, I didn't speak French to the counterman to get the recipe, either. I found it at epicurious. I also made up a batch of ground nut butter cookies. Both batches are currently chillin' in the fridge, waiting for tomorrow. My dogs were tired after standing all afternoon, so I gave them the night off.

I wanted to watch my Netflix flicks, but I ended up managing one of my iTunes libraries instead. On one of my external drives, I have a library that has 15,915 items, which would take 51.3 days to play. Oh well. There are a lot of duplicates, and stuff that I can't stand anymore, like what's playing right now, "Just the Lonely Talking Again," by Whitney Houston, which reminds me of Matt Hunter (not his real name, but I didn't make it up; he did) a little too much to get into right about now.

You know, it's cliché to think that gay men should adore Whitney, but frankly, she's over, and now when I hear her old stuff, I'm reminded of what could have been and what we're left with instead, and that just makes me depressed. So, I clean out the old stuff and try to deny that she ever had potential. I'll keep her dance stuff, but that's about it. You're a mess, girl.

So tomorrow I'll bake up the cookies, watch the Netflix, and maybe try some nude yoga.

I was silly enough to write this at 10:41 PM