Cat cookie dough? 
I was going to, but kitty was hiding.

I ended up making pancakes instead.

Delicious, fluffy pancakes.
-Figuring out which drugs and potentiators to mix to knock myself out; The next twelve hours are going to be insanely painful and I don't want to be conscious for it.
-Smelling chlorine.

I have no idea where it's coming from.
-Wondering where boyfriend disappeared off to.
-Looking forward to going to Wales and Tintern and a town filled with bookshops and learning how to make stained glass in buttercream!

Busy month.
I don't know how to feel when it comes this death message from KQ2+
"You tup with the spirits, and find only the graves." I looked up what 'tup' means, and I feel kinda sick.
Huh. When do you get that?