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I don't drink milk, but I *do* like to bake. The frosting on my brownies is milkless, and spread thinly and strangely because of it. I couldn't make bread to take, so I may buy some instead. Michelle is coming over here around two to take me to get groceries. I must remember to get something to drink!

I am finished with the Armada, and working on writing the review, even if it isn't due until Friday. Then I need to decide if I should start looking at some of the articles and such that I have for one of my papers, do Theory readings (I'm a little behind but... ugh. This is not so much 'theory' as site formation processes. Maybe I am just used to my theory being a little less practical :p), or start the *other* Armada book. I'd like to get this review finished first, though, so my view for this review is uncoloured. Alternately, I could do something completely different like nap, or sort laundry.

For some reason, I woke up this morning at 7:30, after not being able to sleep until 2. I blame Hazel. Mostly because I envy her for being able to see Parliament last night (which Frankie tells me was *awesome*) and getting to visit TO folks again. I was actually woken by the overwhelming urge to listen to Stan Rogers. The Witch of the Westmorlad was haunting me, apparently. Now I'm tired from not enough sleep, not enough light (it's a grey day, and my lamps are innefective), and reading. But I have a large chunk of the lyrics memorized.