Tried to make fairy cakes yesterday - a very simple thing to do, one of the first things I learned to bake as a child. Something went wrong, though, because they came out as... cakesplosions. Caketastrophes, even. I think the mixture was too liquidy, possibly because the butter was too warm, so instead of rising up, they splurged out. Boy did they splurge. If it weren't for the paper cases, they'd basically be a single sponge entity, a negative of the cake tray.

Still, they taste lovely. Maybe I'll use them in a trifle.

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Twilight continues to be unbelievably moronic. I'm reading it slowly because, frankly, I have better things to do with my time than spend it with a self-absorbed brat and her 108-year-old idiot boyfriend who, in all that time, hasn't come up with anything more interesting to talk about than "Uh, so, like, what's your, um, favourite colour?". It comes to something when I'm missing the Anne Rice vampires. Or Lestat, anyway - he knew how to spend an eternity.

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Between now and next Wednesday I have 9 meetings. Send help.

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Captain Sensible is surprisingly tall in person.