July 03, 2003 :: 2:31 a.m.
baked goods and the MIA cat
I made cookies. The recipe has been added to the extras section, because I highly recommend that everyone with access to an oven whip these delectable goodies up as soon as possible. I've been making them for years, even since I giddily tore the cellophane off of a pack of recipe cards that had unexpectedly landed in my mailbox and laid eyes on a card titled "Best-Ever Chocolate Chip Cookies." I've since modified the recipe quite a bit, but I have to give it to Great American Home Baking - they're damn good cookies. I've had four tonight. I'm shameless.
Adam brought me the fourth Harry Potter book tonight, which was a fun surprise. I plan to read until my eyes force themselves closed tonight, because if unemployment is good for one thing it's ample sleeping and reading time.
I have no idea where one of my cats is. Giles usually hangs around the living room, but tonight he's nowhere to be found. He managed to get himself locked in the basement for a while this morning, but I checked down there before I came upstairs and I didn't see him. I hope he didn't get outside; I can't think of how he would, but he's a very crafty fellow so the concern is still there. Note to self: locate cat ASAP.
Yawn. I have a few new drawings to upload tomorrow; I would do it tonight, but I'm too tired and I don't feel like editing the art entry just now. I'd rather read and sleep and have pleasant dreams that do not in any way involve bats and then wake up and have a cookie for breakfast. My parents are going leaving tomorrow for a weekend trip to the beach, so I've been charged with the care and feeding of the animals. I doubt they'll leave me any money, so I'll most likely be feeding them gross canned stuff that I would never, ever buy and then feeding myself cookies and provolone cheese, because we don't really have anything else. I'd say that Adam could sleep over and make my weekend a very pleasant one, but the odds of that happening are very similar to the odds that I'll wake up in the body of a svelte and stunning runway model, so my hopes are so not up that they don't even exist. I have no hopes. It's better that way; less disappointment.
Anyway... bedtime. But first I shall go on a valiant search for one Mr. Giles T. Kitty, and when I find him I'll snuggle him until he bats and my nose. Then sleep. Sweet, precious sleep... mmm... we will meet again sooner than you expect, my darling.
I am way too tired. G�night, all.
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