Tonight was indeed a fried mushroom night with
We had been making crab puffs with the wonton wrappers that were left over from last time. It was late enough that I had gotten even a little past the stage where I think it's hilariously funny to put random things up my nose. (I think Freud does not cover "nasal-retentive" as a developmental stage?) This meant that I had a sudden insight: what if we wrapped up cookie dough in wonton wrappers and deep-fried it? I thought it was an excellent plan.
The cookie puffs were scarily delicious. "These need whipped cream!" she declared. I pointed out that cream cheese was close enough. I experimented with various forms of wrapping. We watched far too much Trigun. It was definitely a slumber party.
The men did not return until nearly 6 in the morning.
Things like this demonstrate why I very much do not need drugs. If I can have this kind of insane insight, the sort of insane insight that people usually do not get unless they are stoned out of their little brain cells, while I'm dead sober, then I would probably be dangerous if I were self-medicated and not under the care of a trained professional.
- Current Mood:
giddy
- Current Music:... and you want to go 'weee!' but you ain't got drugs yet / you hold on for your life