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Somehow, I managed to burn myself in two places while baking this afternoon. I didn't notice until I put on my jacket, and the lining started rubbing the burn up the outside of my left arm. I've been working in the kitchen in a tank top and jeans, because it makes the work much easier, so I suppose all that exposed skin makes it inevitable. Getting lemon juice all over my hands didn't help either.

All pies are made now. So I'm sitting around this house, listening to Melynda's youngest sister be the kind of uncontrolled monster that I've seen my sister be. It makes my skin crawl, in truth, and if I didn't just want to stay out of it I would be tempted to drown that bitch in the pool. I can't abide this sort of behaviour in anyone. Much less in a spoiled child like this girl.

Last night involved copious quantities of alcohol, and watching a slender, well featured boy move around. He had rock star hair, which is the only way I can think to describe the wild, longish black mane. I wone four or five rounds of trvia, in rare form. Thanks especially to some questions about Russian things that I would know.

Dinner beckons, I hope.