I managed to get my computer's text reader to read me three chapters of Bulldog Drummond. We have to read it for history class. So far it's kind of Bond-like and it's amusing me. It is every bit the corny, bad, hilarious but it's not supposed to be funny, novel we were promised. I like when things live up to expectations. I hope it continues to amuse me.
In any case, that was probably my major accomplishment of the day. Coming in close second is cooking a dinner that didn't suck atrociously. I was kind of impressed with myself. I'm a good baker, but that's where my culinary skills end. I like sugar... what can I say? I didn't burn anything, nothing tasted like it should be in a garbage can, I don't have leftovers coming out my ears (I always was proportionally challenged). It was in fact a rare occasion. And no, it didn't come out of a box or the freezer. I made a stir fry. Yeah, whatever, I know it's not that impressive, but when you're as kitchen-challenged as I am, anything that isn't irredeemably brown is a success story. That's why my third accomplishment of the day is cooking lunch. Because the quesadillas wound up being that wonderful shade of irredeemable brown. In case you're wondering, that's the shade of brown that precedes black and on fire. To be fair, it wasn't wholly my fault. My mom insisted on putting them in the oven. On broil. While neither of us was paying attention. The result? One side was burnt, the other barely browned. I later claimed that the one side wasn't in fact irredeemable brown, but completely normal brown for whole wheat. The taste gave me away. DAMN YOU IRREDEEMABLE BROWN! Or taste buds! I don't know who to blame for ratting me out... Damn them both. And the broiler too!
It was a lazy day. Really lazy. The only thing left to do is for me to go to bed.