are you sure this isn't friday the thirteenth?

[bedlamsbard]

So far the morning has been full of failure and shame, as in, I seriously fucked up my biscuits -- I forgot to add butter until the last minute, and it doesn't really work to try and knead butter into dough, although I made a game try of it, but the biscuits taste dry and buttery and not in a good way. Even jam doesn't cover it up. Then my new tiny creamer (yay!) spilled milk all over my desk because, let's be honest, it is not that well constructed (boo).

I'm debating whether or not I should throw these biscuits out or what.

Anyway, I am just really frustrated, and I'm debating what I want to do -- like, my automatic reaction is to go for a walk, but I only have three dollars set aside for spending money until tomorrow and ninety percent of the time if I'm walking somewhere I'm walking to a store. Alternately I just want to curl up beneath my desk and eat my own hair, which I won't because, urgh, probably a lot of my own hair has ended up beneath my desk, since I do my hair while I'm sitting at it.

Maybe I'll just make more tea and try and get the trick of using my new (old, my mother found it at Goodwill and sent it) creamer without spilling milk all over the desk.