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So I'm off work today because I feel like crap, but all I want to do is bake  these.  Having already baked this and this, I am confident in the wisdom of Deb. Though if I actually eat any of it I will probably be sick. Oh well, they'll last till tomorrow?

Deb's recipes are consistently fab, and she's very open about what works and what doesn't. I also like her recipe style-  not too many instructions to flap over.

I am still writing Brendon/Bob, and it continues to grow way beyond what I expect. It is also COMPLETELY ANGST FREE. Yes, I know! Anyone who has ever been in any of the fandoms were I wrote will know that my stories are usually a) short and b) filled with ANGST. Normally someone dies. But not this time! This time they just fall in love and go mini-golfing. Pirate mini-golfing.

I'm feeling share-y, and there are new people on my flist ( waves) so ask me anything you want about me.

Okay, so who else is caving and downloading Pretty.Odd?

I, in an ideal world where I possessed some fucking patience, would wait until I had the deluxe edition in my paws until listening! But I'm weak, so whatever!

Work is absolutely killing me- the end of the financial year is not exactly a time of joyous celebration when you have a massive underspend in your department. Its also not joyous when you're waiting on a funding decision for your Masters degree and EVERYONE IS ON HOLIDAY WTF!

NEVERMIND. I have 6000 words of Bob/Brendon fluff. It has the provisional title of 'An Unapologetic Love Story' and is over 4000 words longer than anything I've ever written in oh ever. I blame matertera, who keeps allowing me to have discussions like 'what sort of flower would Brendon give Bob?'

To my U.S pals, is it you know, feasible to major in music and minor in art? I am confused by this thing you call 'College' but is clearly University in different clothes.