Aisle 7

Aisle 7 : Baking Needs

Ugh... I am here by never allowed to cook chicken ever, ever again. I thought the chicken I was cooking was fully cooked. I cut it, saw no goo or blood. Saw the piece I had was thouroughly cooked, and then I actually started to eat the chicken. I thought wrong, very, very wrong. The chicken was cooked half way through. I am now attempting to nope be sick. Oh how I hate the chicken.

This is what I get for actually trying to make a decent meal. Chicken, mashed potatos, corn, gravy, all for naught!

So, I'm a bit ill to the stomach, I'm tired, and I am watching Olympic skating on tv. If I was smart I'd go to sleep early, try to feel better in the morning so I can go to work and do whatever then need me to do at the library. But am I smart? Nope. I'm having a friend come over to watch a movie or two.

My head is kind of swiming.

Why is it that every time I watch the olympics all I see is figure skating? Even in the summer it's all I seem to catch. Why can't I see that cool broom and heavy weight thing-a-ma-bob game? Curling I believe it's called. The unofficial, official sport of the Beatles.

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