Meh, I've done nothing but procrastinated this whole bloody day (and last night included), lurking around the LJ and other sources of fics whenever the Dracula and his baby brother decided to go and suck on someone's else life-force (precious few minutes the whole day!) :P I guess it's just that kind of fucked-up unproductive weekend, there are other people also whining about it - must be something in the air, then. *washes her hands and fills totally unapologetic and smug about being lazy... yeah, right :P*
Don't mention the word "presentation" to me, it has a better chance of offing me than an actual virus! *head starts rolling like in Exorcist* I've got a room full of eager Albanian businessmen written somewhere in my future and it's just... no. :P My sympathies are well and truly with you on this one!
Thank you lord, that my BF is a baking prodigy and that there is a general understanding in the family that you just don't go and ask your mom for kitchen-related stuff. You just... don't do that. It's a complete loss of time, good sentence and possibly dangerous. Food -> head towards papa. Other Dobby-related stuff -> ring a bell for mom. Again - my pity for you is deep and heart-felt. *hugs for endless supply of energy and creativity for pulling everything through*