vodka and cookies

Whelp, it only took a week for me to run out of ideas (aka: "things about myself to complain about") to write about in the blog.

So... let's go ramblin'!

Couldn't sleep last night. Had a few drinks with a good friend along with some fertile conversation (I think we came close to figuring out world peace) and then spent the rest of the night baking cookies with Amy for this cookie swapping party we're going to tomorrow afternoon. I, of course, ate far too many peanut butter drop cookies and snickerdoodles.

Judge me not! They are possibly my two favorite cookies. (Well, I've grown to really love gingersnaps — and anything ginger-y. And there's always chocolate chip cookies, too. Hell, I just like cookies. Except with raisins. The squishy texture of the raisin is not good in the cookie context. Raisins alone? Great. In things? Bad. Why, for instance, would you put raisins on a salad? Salads are for crunchy things. Not squishy things. And cookies are for ... well, they're not for squishy things either. That's for sure. And one last note on cookies: a chocolate chip cookie is not complete without walnuts. The same goes for brownies. I dare you to argue with me on this point.)

Other than that... I'm looking forward to the weekend like a high school senior in mid-May looks forward to graduation (the astute reader, and all of my readers are astute, will note that I'm writing this on company time, which is just further evidence of my bored-itude). I just want to couch my mind (yes, I will be using "couch" as a verb in this blog without shame, and not in the usual sense of the word. You'll just have to deal with it. Be strong.) and look up things on the internet... like that cooking class that G and I are going to take. And more information about this book I bought last night: Getting Things Done. I will become more organized in my life. Perhaps then I can, in fact, move forward on some of these projects that are paralyzing me.

Have a good weekend, faithful reader. All... both of you.