work has been miserable. i've picked up pastry-making as a coping mechanism. somehow i feel wary about finding a new outlet other than writing for my angst and misery and rage. as the saying goes, the pen is mightier than the sword. now it seems the pastry is mightier than the pen. as if i didn't already suffer from lack of inspiration and discipline, the oven is killing the writer in me. huh. so i guess i should name my inner writer sylvia plath...
ok, tasteless.
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In chicago's paper today:
headline : Ways to prevent fires
+ Please do not use ovens as your heater.
what if i just use to heat up my brain
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