It's 2 AM, and suddenly out of nowhere I have the urge to bake Challah.
"But Kaley," I tell myself, "you aren't Jewish. Is this really necessary?"
"Well, of course it is!" I respond condescendingly. "Don't you know anything?"
"But, Kaley, it's 2 AM... bread takes at least 4 or more hours to make, with all the rising and..."
I slap myself in the face. "You can't live your whole life as a slave to time, or you'll never get anything done, you pansy! Do you think Thomas Jefferson cared whether it was 2 AM, when he had something he had to get done?"
To be perfectly honest, I'm not really familiar with most of Thomas Jefferson's achievements, and odds are that he probably went to bed early most of the time. But, he was a president, and we share the same birthday, April 13th, so I figured, why not?
Anyways, I made the damn bread. And it's damn good. I had it for breakfast, and then with a homemade soy latte, for lunch.
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Other than that, I went to a pilates class today with some friends... it might be a little too think-y for me--I usually like to just mindlessly move forward when I exercise. But some of my muscles are sore, so it wasn't all for nothing.