awake! [repeatedly, in intervals of 9 minutes. 5 intervals.]

set kettle to boil. [electric teapot.]

choose mug and tea. ["i do the HIRING and the FIRING" mug and green tea with pomegranate.]

check necessities: wardrobe, empty teethsockets, email one, email two, friendster, DN (swedish social demokrats' evening paper: Dagens Nyheter [the day's news] [[not a very snazzy title.]])

look at time. say, "SHIT" at slightly elevated volume. gulp remainder of tea. put on jacket. put on scarf. look outside. take scarf off. put on stocking cap. place used tea bag in the bin and unclean mug in the sink with no more than a quarter-cup of rinse water in it.

go to car. drive to work. [[like a maniac.]] [[possibly even bat out of hell.]]

10am begin working.
1. make gluten-free and vegan roux for a gluten-free and vegan white buttercream-esque frosting for a Special Order.
2. finish said-frosting.
3. decorate gluten-free and vegan white cake. [consisting of three layers, fresh raspberries between each layer.]
4. put in box. afix a price sticker to bottom of box.
5. decorate a flourless chocolate cake for the same Special Order. [[child's play, really.]]

SMOKE break...[Because it's the pause that refreshes.]

11.30am-make 2-10" Bundt pans of Vegan Chocolate Fig Cake. [MUCH better than it sounds.] [[why? because it's SPELT flour. mmmmmm!]]
then make: chocolate mint swiss roll, spiced pecan roulade, and 3 cranberry chess pies. all the while wondering why on earth time is moving at sickly snail's pace.
purchase another canister of tea from the floor. drink tea.

SMOKE break...[because it goes so well with boredom and hot beverages.]

12.30pm-make 7 traditional pumpkin pies and 7 traditional pecan pies, simultaneously wondering why all of my most apt counterparts live so far away and humming maria mckee songs from her "Life is Sweet" album.
fetch more tea.
talk to Yuko of cheese/deli counter. [[because she's adorable, listens to Melt Banana alot and i overidentify with her because i have a korean stepmother (which really isn't a very good reason at all for overidentification.)]]
bailey's cheesecakes.

SMOKE...[because i really want to be anywhere but here at this point.]

1.30pm-chunky ginger pumpkin cake, chunky apple walnut cake, talk on phone to unruly customers, straighten out the bakery case and the grab and go case, glaze the vegan chocolate fig cake, make gallons of buttercream.

SMOKE...[because it's a record number of smoke breaks at this point. AND because, i owe it to the native americans.]

3pm- to be honest... i don't remember what i did between the hours of 3pm and 5pm. i'm sure it was important. i'm sure it looked fabulous and tasted great. i'm absolutely sure i wasn't just wasting time.

SMOKE...[hell, if it's already a record, why not go for glory. [[cancer-based glory, of course.]].]]

5pm-do the dishes to prove to the whiney ass dishwasher that he's slow and bad and stupid.
receive ginger shot from deli manager as reward for hard and excellent work. [[what world do these people live in!? moreover: my work ethic is pure, unadulterated fiction.]]

6.15pm. arrive home to empty house.

if there aren't netflixes waiting in the postslot, i may just be forced to make a halfhearted and halfassed attempt at having sex tonight. [[hey, my horse ain't a high one.]]