bad teenage email addresses

Yesterday I was off from work. I organized all the cabbage and remnants of the purple canvas, and cleared out a languishing bin of Olin stuff to store it in. I cut out pattern pieces for another pair of maximum cozy pj pants for P, after some modifications for an attached waistband and cuffs to make up for short yardage. After lunch P took some things in to his new office and I made dough for some currant-layered cookies from his youth. After chilling it he came home and we rolled, stuffed, sugared, and cut them out together; it’s been a while since we collaborated so closely on a baked good together. Fun. For dinner we made tacos, though I seem to still be hounded by the memory of overeating them so it may be wise to give them a rest for a while. Crossword, then I watched a couple episodes of a British interior design show a la GBBO. It was lovely and guaranteed to have nothing to do with food or illness. Sleep. Dreamt of high school computers, and a particular cocky dude from back then having trouble resetting his github password, which I helped him fix in the sketchiest plaintext way possible.