short and sweet (or average and tired)

i think there is a hole in the roasting pan. there are three little chickens roasting in that pan, with stuffings and oils and other things. but i hear this tssssss.....tssssss......every so often while i sit here and i think, well, that sounds like oil drip dripping onto something hot like an oven rack at three hundred fifty. not that i'm moving.

tsssss....

i did make some delicious potatoes, however, which were made in about five seconds. lemon even! yum.

yesterday was the fourth annual starving artists' ball, otherwise known as the gala, otherwise known as the most tiring and stressful day of the newfangled year. and that includes most, if not all, of the leaf-raking time. i am worn out. really, i don't have much to say here. i blame yesterday.