Feeling mildly giddy. The Fiendish Thingie that My daughter and I are conspiring to buy for Yule is actually on sale locally, so sometime tonight we will become the proud owners of our very own attack-trained heavy-duty kitchen mixer. Mass quantities of noms for ourselves and friends will inevitably follow. (In particular, I may never have to buy a loaf of bread again because we can more readily make the good stuff.)
I'm also in a good mood because in addition to it being Friday, My work queue is full of neurology reports to type. I
neurology.
I'm also in a good mood because in addition to it being Friday, My work queue is full of neurology reports to type. I
neurology.
