I haven't posted in over a month, so I figure that I ought to post before the end of the year, right?
...plus I can't get anything done. Like I physically cannot make myself do any work.
I have made at least eight billion pies since I got home, so that's productive. Of course, I can't eat eight billion pies, so now my fridge is filled with pumpkin and apple pies that are rapidly getting soggy and I don't think I can stomach any more pie.
I'm branching out tonight by making Crumb Berry Pie. You can only make so many pumpkin, apple, and banoffee pies until they get old. Then I was in the shower and looked down, and there was a recipe on my bottle of shower gel! Gotta love Philosophy 3-in-1 Shower Gels.
This is all fine and dandy, but you know what it's not? It's not writing my thesis. It's been over a week since I've written a word. Anyone want to write for me?
So I'm moping around the house, testing pie recipes and watching the first four seasons of Friends, which I got for Christmas. I need to write Chapter 2, get a haircut, apply to Oxford, and STOP MAKING PIES.
Otherwise pretty soon I will start looking like this:
*image courtesy of Priscilla's Old-Fashioned Two Crust Pies. Thanks, Priscilla. You have taught me an important lesson.
In related news, anyone around the Lynn area want a pie?
Signing off for now, to try to do work. Or make another pie. Last one, I swear.
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