damn the muse

On Saturday it began. That annoying pressure in my nose that a simple allergy pill wasn't pulverizing in its tracks. I turned down an invitation to see Narnia. Me, the movie queen. Something just didn't feel right.

Sunday. I kept crashing into walls. The kicker was when I decided to bake cookies for my friends and Spanish students. For some reason I thought maizena was mazeca. Now I have two funky tasting batches of cookies. I made the mistake of telling my mother so she could coo and make me feel better because I'm sick. Hello, cold from hell. But no. She couldn't stop herself from laughing. How was I supposed to remember it was cornstarch! Add this to the long list of stories to tell the family at Christmas.

Today the fever breaks. I can't get rid of the cookies, and like every failed experiment I want to try again. At least I succesfully converted the grams into cups!