Anyway, so I ruined dinner. Again. Well, sort of. I was really hungry after the marathon team meeting and came home to make rice and beans and quesadillas. Very ambitious. Anyway, didn't fold the tortillas like I usually do and when I flipped, filling went everywhere - counter, floor, stove, and some even stayed in the pan. But the rice and beans are doing well and I've mostly salvaged the quesadillas.

On another note, Jemima shows why she's our Lady of Alien Spores with Than Fade Away. She blames moi for this fic, but really, me? Humph. I don't know why everyone puts her muse's bad behavior on me. Really. It's simply... not right.