Thursday, May 29, 2008


There is a fly in my apartment. It is loud and large and getting in the way of everything.

I cannot smash the fly because I have a very fragile cake in the oven, and smashing the fly would probably make my cake fall.

My cake will probably fall anyway because my oven is made entirely out of crappiness. This means I had to rotate the cake halfway through--NOT a good idea for a delicate cake--and I can't leave it in after shutting off the oven, the way I usually do, since the oven won't cool fast enough and the cake will burn.

I am supposed to be writing my final paper for Divine Love, but instead I am blagging. Because I really really really don't want to write this paper. I care very little about medieval and Renaissance Jewish mysticism. Why am I writing about it, you ask? Because I didn't want to put the time into this class that thinking of another topic would involve. Now my laziness is coming back to bite me in the interest-in-my-topic.

And the stupid fly is still buzzing around my living room. Grrrrr.

(On the positive side, I will soon have a cake. If it falls, I can't serve it at the conference and I'll have to eat it all myself!)


Alexandra said...

If it falls, you should bring it to the conference anyhow, and you and I can gorge on it, secretly, in the TA office.

Miss Kate said...

Turn it into a trifle!

(what type of cake, you have me curious)

CelloShots said...

Chocolate chip sour cream cake. It is the yummiest.

Ms. Chakravarty said...

this had me laughing really hard. i'm not 'xactly sure why, but thank you!

Miss Kate said...