R: A late night dinner at Clinton Street Bakery with the roommate turned out to be quite delicious. Despite running on little sleep, working ten hours and racing myself at the gym (22 min 5k?!), I still managed to retain my appetite for a meal after nine o'clock at night. February is pancake month at Clinton Street, and I promised my roommate I would go with her to indulge in copious amounts of butter and sugar on top of pancakes. Good thing I went the gym.
C: You know I must be fairly distracted if it's almost 7PM, and I still haven't had dinner. From the minute I got home, I had been creating a semi-homemade (I don't have the time or patience to attempt marshmallow fluff on my own) dessert for El's V-day dinner party tomorrow. There is nothing more difficult than trying to bake or cook for other people. Besides wanting everything to look aesthetically pleasing, I have to resist licking my fingers or eating anything in general. Two and half hours later, I am a marshmallow-and-pink sugar-covered mess.
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