I have had a headache pretty constantly since Monday evening. I know it will go away eventually; they always do (even the 14-month headache of 2004-2005 eventually went away). Pretty much, this is my how my week has gone/will go:

Monday: Work*. Go home and make 2 metric tons of marshmallow fondant. Inhale entirely too much powdered sugar in the process (this just *might* have something to do with this darn headache).

Tuesday: Work. Go home and try not to die. Realize that YA Book Club is at 6:00 Thursday night and I have yet to start the 400 page book. Read like a maniac. Eat fondue. Have friend come over to help polish off said fondue. Try to read more while friend is over without being completely rude.

Wednesday: Work. Mix up and bake 4 cakes and 9 cupcakes. Oh right, and make dinner. Read. Double-wrap cakes and stick in freezer. Read. Fall asleep 50 pages short of the end of the book.

Thursday: Work. Make giant batch of buttercream icing. Make and eat dinner. Manically read 50 pages. Go to YA Book Club and have a brilliant discussion about a fabulous book. Level and crumb-coat 4 cakes. Eat too many cupcakes. Make ice-cream-cone castle turrets.

Friday: Work. Ice, cover-in-fondant, stack, decorate, add-turrets-to….completely assemble cake. Take cake to party location. Go home and pass out.

Saturday: Work. Mix up and bake one more cake. Make more buttercream icing. Frost and fondant cake. Spend too long obsessively decorating until finally pleased with said cake. Look around–ohmyhellthisplaceisadisaster–before collapsing. Write…if, in fact, head is still attached to body.

Sunday: Oh, glorious**, glorious Sunday! Can you please come two–or maybe three–times a week? Relaxation! Church! Food! More relaxation!

*This would not be so bad. But what was supposed to be a nice breezy work week turned into a manic, crazy, insanity-filled, holy-crap-Sony-Classics-can-you-please-screw-your-heads-on-straight-please, stress-week. Um, but really, I shouldn’t complain. My mama is an accountant entering the last week of tax season right now. And she only has one eye. (Okay, okay…she has them both. But she hurt one and can’t wear her contact in that one. And her vision is like 20/3,049,398 so she can only use one. Maybe I should get her an eyepatch.)

**I definitely wrote that as inglourious. I blame the fact that I have been pouring over theatre grosses for Inglourious Basterds for, um, eternity? trying to convince a film company to let us play one of their titles.

Sigh.

/craziness