All the coffee in the world is worthless when, while attempting a ten-hour painting marathon, your eyes get extremely dry.

I need to seriously invest in some eye drops.

Stop me before I cook myself into an early grave. This morning I made some apple/pear cobbler flambe (which was only semi-successful since the champagne had been sitting in the refridgerator for two days) and candied it with a Merlot-caramel glaze. Second-degree burned my hand, and nicked my finger with the pairing knife.

At lunch I made reuben sandwiches for sis, mom, and myself. They actually came out quite good despite the lack of swiss cheese. Sliced open my thumb while cutting onions.

Thankfully, my injuries aren't as bad as sis' when she severely scraped up her knees on friday. Profuse bleeding on both her knees, but oddly enough her pants did not tear. Hm.

On another surprising note, grandma is acting a bit hostile towards me. It's about time. But I'm still not ready to forgive her for ruining my science fair experiment.

Took an hour-long shower to wash off all that damn palmade that I used for the past two weeks. Unless you go through your hair with shampoo and a fine-toothed comb, there's no chance that you'll get all those damned clumps out.

But now my head feels like soft, shaggy bunny hair. And for the record, I wasn't the one to say that.

Technically I haven't done much homework this weekend. I've almost gotten through the first section of my history homework (and began reading my damned Am.Lit. novel)(I plan to get that done on tuesday) and I plan to finish half of the big painting tonight.

Elton John and Billy Joel are playing together? Damn... if only the tickets weren't so expensive.

Okee. Time to stop rambling.