i don’t even know what this is. i poured egg over leftover pasta dish from last night. it looks horrible and the taste is indefinable. when i’m preoccupied with stuff, my cooking skill gets even worse than usual.
i must be feeling anxious about tonight’s opening. elijah noticed that i was not mentally there with him while we were playing with his dump truck and digger this morning. my sound effect for the dump truck was poor (-5). he was hanging down from my nipples all morning saying ‘oppai~, oppai~ (breasts)” every 15 minutes.
i hope the next two days go smoothly and happily.