... okay then.

I have not so much of a sweet tooth, so this was all quite weird. I wandered over to the other side of the living room about half an hour ago, where teinedreugan was reading, and said, "If you're not going to bed right now would you help me make cookies?"

So we... made cookies. They're almost done now.

I think I asked him to hand me the milk two or three times. At least once after I had already put in the milk, which led to a "Where's the milk? ... I put the milk in already. ... have I mentioned that I can't concentrate?"

So! I can't concentrate! But I have cookies! Almost.

Yeesh. Placenta eat brain.