It is not yet midnight!
(At least where I am.)

So technically, I didn't miss the deadline!
Huzzah!

...

I may have (temporarily) forgotten that when cooking, oil and water DO NOT MIX.
Heated oil. Wet noodles. Not great.

I was trying to make this pasta/egg pizza thing. It was not fabulous. I am not pleased.
BBC Food has failed me.

Ironically, I cannot watch romantic movies.
Really.
Romantic comedies make me nauseous.
And romantic dramas are totally out of the question.

But if it's comics.
Totally different thing.
There's some sort of weird divide there.

Is it the anxiety of being a socially awkward person?
Or is it just San Diego Comic.Con? And all the nervousness that lies therein?
Or is it just that it's summer and this happens every freakin' year?
...
Bah.
I'm gonna go watch Dick Figures.

I've got nothin'.

I have learned that I have entirely too much hair on my head.
And that all of it, subsequently, has formed the mother of all plugs in my bathroom's shower drain.

I broke a tube snake.
Not physically, but metaphorically I killed it's spirit.
I will be greatly surprised if it ever unblocks again.