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Concerned that the five-day "limit" for keeping canned pumpkin in a refrigerator sealed container was not just some paranoid warning, I used the leftovers of Halloween's confectional party to make batch numbers three and four of the pumpkin chocolate chip cookies--each cookie being quite a bit more saccharine and diametrically wider, thanks to overcompensation for the surplus of canned pumpkin (>1 1/2 cups) that needed to be used.

The cookies coalesced with one another as they baked, thanks to my successful attempt to have at least 95% of the batter used in the cookies (none of it was to go to waste.) I really should have baked it in cake form and cut up the cookies into squares after having fully baked.

As that was the highlight of today, it wasn't the only notable of today. The potential enabler of old (old~three days ago) called me. What I had thought was a faux pas on my part on Friday apparently was not (or perhaps they are in pressing need of a filler). This would have been wonderful if any of the circumstances not only had been changed but also had not worsened: Not only would Saturday have been a work day, but it also would have been the only work day for what seemed to be the unforeseeable future. Furthermore, the super-standardizing agenda was still in effect, so I provided the main reason for my having to choose not to proceed (i.e. my opportunity was too distal at this point).

Crying and dying on the inside, there was some solace in the fact that it was grossly warm outside. While the idea of a very early-arriving Spring is amazing, it is not so amazing before the month of January (certainly not before December, when one is ready for Thanksgiving and Christmas snow and Christmas tress/decorations). At this point, however, I am just hoping that it will snow on Thanksgiving Day. Please simmer down for the Thanksgiving and Christmas seasons, global warming.













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Today was one of those days of the year to which most within applicable locations look forward quite a bit: Fall Back Day. An extra hour to sleep, an extra hour to work, an extra hour to imbibe, an extra hour to survive, fuck, study, meet a deadline (unless the deadline is midnight), &c. For others, like Yours Truly, it is just the first day in approximately half a year on which it is dark outside at 5:00 or 5:30 p.m. (at the latest). (Oh, it's also the beginning of that time of the year during which one's already anarchic bioarrhythmia is subjected to a haze of whattheeverlastingfuck. The fact that this city is experiencing 60-degree Novembers surely does not help things.

Additionally, as of tonight, the pressure to find an environment in which this surplus of idle time would be a utility to more than just me has indeed been amplified.














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