So my roommate and I forgot to spray the waffle machines in our school cafeteria while trying to make waffles so we had to spend a great amount of time scraping off burnt batter so we didn’t leave the machines all effed up.
Then there was not enough batter left for two waffles so we split it between us and had a pile of skeletal waffle remains for dinner. It was still delicious.
And then we talked about fanfiction and shipping which somehow segued us into various types of stripping games.
So there’s egg in my hair, and I probably still smell a bit like shaving cream.
And how was your evening?
Just came back from the therapist and am feeling a lot better and optimistic about things. Appropriate side effects are appropriate.