Apparently I can't bake a weeks worth of bread and rolls, in addition to completing my story on time.
Where did the day go? I have no idea, I was elbow deep in dough.

First it was morning, and I'm typing away without a care in the world. Then the empty bag that used to hold bread reminded me that if I didn't make more, we'd just be waiting around until I did. Next thing I know, the sun has set and my kitchen smells like a bakery, but my story is half done. Lame.
Chores suck.
Why couldn't my air conditioning have worked last week, so I could have baked when I couldn't write? Life likes to play games with well laid plans, I guess.

Overall, food is a noble cause. Can't make sandwiches without bread, or french toast, or grilled cheese, or all the numerous meals made from tinkering with bread. Making dough with a bread machine is easier and cheaper than buying plain old white bread from the grocery store. The downside is that it's a bit of a time stealer. One of the negatives of living on the cheap -- convenience takes second fiddle to price. Still, I'm so winning.

Today's -- and now tomorrow's -- story is pretty fun, and I'd keep writing if I wasn't about to fall asleep. Three words encompass the idea nicely -- Gay Pegasus Orgy. Generally, a good thought to wile away in my subconscious for a few hours. I'll post when I finish tomorrow.

Kitty go sleep now.

TTFN,
Tyvara