I am no good as a cook. I will not stop untill I have burned the bottom of every one of my mother's pots. After much labor whatever is burned to the bottom comes off. But only after much labor. Curses. I have burned rice and carmel so far. I want to burn more!

Easter. Blah. Feet asleep. So bored. If I could I would nap but there is no where to nap.