I have made mushroom soup. I didn't that know I could.

Yum. Mushroom soup! There's this Polish restaurant I like that serves mushroom sauce over mashed potatoes. So good you can think about skipping the sausage, if you're in a mind to watch calories.

Cassie, can you hop on an IM?

The soup is really very good. Wish I remembered how I made it. I know there were mushrooms, chicken stock and milk involved but it would stand to reason that it was more complicated than that.

Online for the moment.

Holy crap I killed the thread. Huh.

I am writing (and by "writing" I obviously mean "obsessively thinking about without ever committing word to page or screen") one of those* emails tonight.

• The ones where you might be all grown up and adult and everything but you still feel the need to explain every single thing to your parents and friends. Where you have made a decision and then quaver at having to tell people. Because what if they don't get it or don't approve. One of those.

Well that is that.

I was drafting a test email and somehow clicked the button that sent it. Thankfully, except for not having any sort of closing, it was well written, even if I wasn't sure I wanted to send it just yet.

This is why composing in an alternate program is so very important, boys and girls.

I am email brave tonight. I should shut the computer for the night though.

How come late night emails feel so much like drunk dialing even when you haven't been drinking?

Instead of shushing you kindly and tottering you back to bed to sleep it off, the digital canvas simply smiles blankly while you type on and on and on.

Thereby not stopping me from running at the mouth fingers.

How come late night emails feel so much like drunk dialing even when you haven't been drinking?

Oh. Wait, what's the etiquette when someone's drunk dialing you? I mean, if they're making an international call, they deserve some courtesy, right?

{{{Cass}}} Hope you're off having sweet dreams.

I am "off" today. The only thing on my schedule is therapy. But, I need to write a 4-page outline for my Computers and Humans final paper. FUN! (Not really.)

This is already a weird day. I'm all showered and clean and therefore ostensibly ready to dress for work and run out the door....but the hot-water tap of my bathtub decided to not turn all the way off after my shower. It's not gushing, but it's not a trickle, either.

So I called the super, and they have to turn off the water in the building to fix this particular issue, and they want to wait until 9 a.m. or so to turn off the water, so that everyone can get showers (which is thoughtful of them -- seriously). I don't want to just leave for work with my tap running, just in case it starts to run harder, or the drain backs up, or something, and causes a flood.

So here I sit, my apartment becoming humidified like crazy, sipping my coffee and listening to the gentle sound of hot water that refuses to go away.