So. . . Tired. . .

~Highlight of the Day: Successfully making a lovely angelfood cake, and successfully not consuming a single drop while doing it! ~

So I've always been somewhat of an avid journaler. I got my first journal for my 8th birthday, along with a selection of gel pens, and would write/draw all sorts of great stuff. I remember writing about a boy in my 2nd grade class that I thought was funny, and that President Clinton went on a date with a woman who was not his wife (that's as much of that story as my young brain could understand. . . or that my teacher would tell me), and I drew pictures of my sister being annoying, and of horses, and almost every thing else.

In middle school I wrote all about my boy troubles (soooo fun to read now :) and homework. When I got to high school my sleeping habits really declined, but I still managed to keep a somewhat regular journal ( I think I really enjoyed writing about myself. . . still do actually. . . ), and I would often write in it right before going to sleep. As you can imagine this quite often resulted in me waking up around 2 or 3 with my lamp still on and a lovely pool of drool on the journal page. More often than not I would be writing, and then have to give up because I could no longer form coherent sentences and my handwriting became illegible. Several times you can see exactly where I shut down, because halfway through a sentence the letters get tiny, and then become scribbles, and then just stop.

Now, in the great golden age of blogging, I am still dealing with the same issues. Unfortuately the deteriorating handwriting does not express itself, but oh boy do the sentences become interesting! If I begin my post after midnight there is no hope. I usually end up waking up and editing my post in the morning.

For example: My last post currently ends like this, "So here's to technology, a sport I've never played, and the moon. :) ", but it originally ended something like this, "So here's to technology and a fledgling industry. " . . .

Fledgling industry? I remember struggling with that last sentence. I zoned out several times before deciding it was long enough and I just needed to end it and sleep in my bed instead of at my desk, but I don't even know where I was going with that. . .

So there, behind the scenes of 'Of Strings and Green Things' with Rachel :)

Also, my camera is having a midlife crisis. So pictures may be not as often ( sad, I know). I did manage to get a picture or two of my angelfood cake though!

I would just like to say that cooking on a Fast Sunday* is just difficult.

*First Sunday of every month in which we pray and go without food for two meals in order to grow closer to our Heavenly Father