Sleeping pills and custard
The only thing that made this Saturday night more exciting than last is that I didn't do laundry. And to be honest I probably should have. But that's OK. I like to live dangerously and without clean underwear.
So, right, another evening spent on my bed and in front of my laptop, hacking out a report for work while hustling intermittently to the kitchen for refills of Crystal Light and Diet Pepsi Max. (I'm a little obsessed.)
I also made a custard at one point. A custard! I don't even know what the fuck a custard is or what it's supposed to look like, but Giada said it should "coat the back of a wooden spoon" when properly cooked and it did. So I guess I made a custard.
My custard is chilling in the fridge as I type this. I'll be dreaming about it all night.
Comments
You made a custard on a Saturday night? Ummm... I don't think those were sleeping pills you took.
Posted by: Steven. | August 19, 2007 12:54 AM
"Made custard" sounds like a euphemism for "had diarrhoea".
Posted by: Sam | August 19, 2007 05:24 AM
gd now i want to make a pie...
damn you Toby!!!
Posted by: Tim | August 19, 2007 10:48 AM
What exactly do you plan to do with this custard?
Posted by: Dtown Sal | August 19, 2007 07:04 PM
This is the most boring blog every.
Posted by: Anonymous | August 19, 2007 09:21 PM
Isn't it "custard" as opposed to "a custard"?
More nipple posts please!!
Posted by: Captain Custard | August 20, 2007 12:57 AM
You're gonna get so faaaaaaaaat.....
Posted by: Urban | August 20, 2007 07:21 AM
Just kidding, no one could ever possibly be as fat as me.
Posted by: urban | August 20, 2007 07:30 AM