July 14th, 2008


Ending the sleep dep - or, rather, staving it off

I need to not write about my night and I need to not write up Faeries. Now that I've taken a shower to cool down from a marathon cooking session (bit of a first I think), I need to just go to bed.

How IS one supposed to cook 5 aubergines, when they're supposed to be sliced, and have it not take forever? Even with two pans going, I swear I was cooking them for an hour.

Night all, review tomorrow.

PS: Marcel Proust was a naughty boy. Very naughty.