Well another day has gone by and I'm still alive, I figured that was something to feel good about so I decided to celebrate with a chocolate biscuit. (cookie for those of U.S. origins)
Only problem with that is that i kind of felt guilty about eating it so went in search of something to lift my spirits.
After eating a few more chocolate biscuits I was feeling a little better, after all nothing picks me up better than a few triple choc's.
With the packet of biscuits now empty I was feeling a little guilty because I knew my dad would want one with his tea in the morning, but now he couldn't because I'd eaten them all.
Looking in the freezer I decided to have a few spoonfulls of caramel swirl ice cream, just to take my mind off the biscuits.
As no-one other than me in the house eats caramel swirl ice cream I was feeling considerably better after a few spoonfulls and at least I wouldn't have to worry about anyone complaining that I'd eaten it out of the tub.
Having eaten all of the ice cream I was a little upset with myself as after all I'm supposed to be on a diet, so figured I should at least put things straight with my health and have a salad sandwich.
Now that I've used the last of the mayonaise my sister isn't going to be happy with me in the morning when she has to prepare her school lunch. I think I should stop eating before I get in any more trouble and go outside for a cigarette.
After smoking a whole pack out on the veranda I had a dry throat so headed to the kitchen for a drink, having learnt my lesson from the mayonaise and triple choc's I decided it was best I didn't drink the last of the orange juice as mum would want that in the morning so decided on a glass of lemonade instead.
The couple of glasses of lemonade finished what was left of the bottle, but as there was another bottle in the fridge that wasn't too much of a problem. However it did tend to go straight through me so i headed to the toilet to relieve myself.
Having relieved myself of the excess lemonade I realised there was no paper with which to wipe, so a quick dash to the bathroom was in order to get a new roll out of the cupboard.
I decided not to bother with the bathroom light as it would only wake my brother who's room was just across the hall so I carefully reached into the cupboard to get a roll of toilet paper.
After knocking over most of the household cleaning supplies in the cupboard I went back down the hall to the toilet to finish up before trying to get my brother back to sleep after all the noise I'd made had woken him. I then headed back to the bathroom to clean up the mess of cleaning products I'd spilled all over the shelf in the cupboard.
An hour or so later I headed out of the bathroom certain that shelf was now the cleanest spot in the house, feeling a little worn out by the exercitions of the cleaning I went into the kitchen and had a long cold glass of orange juice.
Oh shoot!

This is a holiday dish I make, usually by request. In fact, since I invented it, I get asked to bring it to practically every potluck and/or group dinner I go to. :)

There is an interesting article in the May issue of Scientific American titled " The Differeences in Male and Female Brains". I am not sure it is if any use to anyone except researches and acedemics; on the other hand, it is interesting to read about what is currently known.

... I've been reading fewer stories here than on other sites.

On other sites my main way of choosing which stories to read is by reading the short synopsis that authors provide. Very few authors do so here, and I'm thus provided little incentive to read unless I'm familiar with the author. Categories alone are not enough.