Last night I was disoriented at 9PM when a friend called and totally confused by text messages that arrived at 9:30PM. Ah, this is what Benedryl means when it says I might be drowsy. Tonight I’m took a break from Benedryl and baked some macaroons for a company bake sale.
And when I say baking macaroons , I might mean eating macaroons. They are delish, if I do say so myself.
Tonight I promised to return a book to a friend. A book I told her earlier this week I was looking at. Turns out that A Devil In The White City is NOT The Kite Runner. While she sat in her car, I tried to find it to no avail. Where could it be, where or where could it be? I passed on my copy of Eat, Pray, Love while I search my condo for the misplaced book.
Okay, Benedryl kicking in. Good night.