Horoscopic

Oh, NO! I made the mistake of bringing my iPod speakers into the bathroom and playing music while I soaked. It drowned out the sound of the timer!

I wound up smelling smoke, panicking, and dashing through the house, clutching a towel to my front. Needless to say, the scones are in bad shape. Nicely charcoaled on the bottom. What a dope I am.

Oh, well. At least I'm now on good terms with Miranda. Maybe if I keep talking to her, we'll become actual friends. That'd make up for me ignoring her in the past. Maybe she'll even teach me the mysterious art of baking.

I think I'm through with this horoscope thing. Almost setting fire to the apartment is NOT my idea of a relaxing evening. Guess Shirley wins the bet because I'm just going to stick to routine from now on!
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