8/23/09

It’s like how in movies or TV shows, everything happens at the same time.

There’s a skill to making pancakes. I lack it. It’s almost comical.
One of my deepest secrets- this is up there with that and that and that- is that I don’t know how to make pancakes. Not so much don’t know how, but never have.

Except without the incredulity of coincidence.

“One day I will make perfect pancakes. And they will be good.”
Not only is that a great sentiment, but suddenly the past 2 hours make sense. Well, to me at least. You might be still confused, but if you have 2 out of 3 of {K[], good pancakes, inevitable hangovers} I think you'll be alright.