Houston, we have a problem

Let's see if I remember anything from algebra/geometry/whatever math uses proofs:

--Sleeping in + 2 hour nap = not sleepy
--Not sleepy + procrastination = baking
--Baking + new cookie cutters - not enough counter space + creative use of washer and dryer = roll-out sugar cookies
--Roll-out sugar cookies + they look naked = frosting
--Frosting + 1.5 hours - 2 cookies bravely lost in combat - 1 cookie sampled by the baker = 50 frosted sugar cookies

Therefore:

Sleeping in = 50 frosted sugar cookies


Something tells me that my math is a little off, but in the twisted logic that is my brain, this makes complete sense. Ah, the joys of the semester's early weeks...plenty of time later to feel guilty about all the hours of possible productivity I've wasted.

But look how pretty!

Sigh. Pudding. Remix.

Unlike the delicious little sample I practically inhaled last night, the rest of the pudding...never...set.

What happened? What went wrong? I NEED TO KNOW!


Also, this is basically how I feel about Fed Courts right now:
Habeas brainus? Please?

Sigh. Pudding.

I'm a bad person.



But it tasted sooooooo good.

A clear and present problem

Not only are these butter-sugar-cocoa filled and frosted cupcakes delicious, they are also 100% homemade. Which means that I spent 1.5 hours that could have been otherwise productive churning out these bad boys.

The worst part of this whole thing? There are 12 of them (despite the relative harmlessness of the four in this photo). Which means that some of my friends are going to get choco-bombed tomorrow at school, because I sure as heck don't trust myself to be alone with these guys over the next few days without devouring them all. And the inevitable sugar rush alone would be devastating to my nerves. Some people play video games when they don't want to do homework. Me? The Kitchen-Aid is my procrastination station.