uff-da! (that’s minnesotan for “holyshit am i beat) what a productive day. laundry, cookies, bloody footprints, naps, 247 words of mindless drive posted. i need to call it a night. mario incandenza and madame psychosis are waiting for me in bed. i think this next week is gonna be hell. i hope i survive. also, i have cookie dough all over my butt. maybe i need an apron.