sunday already?

I am so sleepy.

Got to bed late, after watching a Tivo'd Battlestar with Jeff. I went to sleep pretty quickly, but I didn't sleep well. I kept waking up with nightmare after nightmare. That was...unpleasant. And then Jeff got up early and while I can normally sleep through anything, I guess my mind just wanted to be awake already. So, got out of bed.

But now I'm so tired. And I wish so much that I could just sleep and idle the day away. But, nope. Too much to do.

Jeff's birthday cake's done. It's a sour cream fudge cake and it smells and looks pretty good. I need to go to the store because with all the baking this weekend, I'm out of powdered sugar again. I really go through baking supplies so fast, I could have sworn I just bought another two pound sack. The frosting is going to be a chocolate orange buttercream that I've made before.

The tangerine cupcakes were a big hit, but I didn't like them as much this time. Not sure why.

Wah. I so don't want to get dressed and trundle out to the store in the cold. But I need to go do that NOW because I'm supposed to hang out with Jeff and N. today at a coffee shop --they both have some work to do and I really need to do my French homework and it'll be so much more pleasant to do it with friends in a cafe than whining about it on Monday night at home.

If I could only just get some sleep first. SO TIRED.

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I wonder if I'm coming down with something. I feel so totally sacked out. And a little queasy. And parched. Bleh.

I did end up taking a nap, but not feeling much rested for it. Then I drill-sargented myself out of bed and ran to the store for the powdered sugar. And let me tell you --it was totally worth it. I would have died a little if I didn't get to make Jeff's birthday cake. The bittersweet-chocolate orange frosting's made and it's as tasty as I remembered. The crumb coat's on and it's chilling in the fridge. I'm anxious about having enough to pipe a border on top, but I think it'll be okay.

Dinner reservations are at 6, on the eastside. Brian is supposed to chauffeur us all in his car, but not if it snows. Oh, right. It's fucking snowing out there. Just tiny little feathery puffs that seem to be saying, "Yeah. It's THAT cold, bitches."

While the crumb coat chills, I think I need to take a shower so I can look semi human tonight.

And I forgot to hit Submit, so I'm now freshly showered and feeling MUCH better. The final frosting layer is on and the cake looks fine. I even have enough to pipe a border, I think. I just need to transfer it to my cake plate and do the final touches there. Whew.

I'm bummed that all the random events of the weekend kept me from spending more time with Jeff and Ni. They're off at a movie now, and I can't help but think if I'd done more yesterday, I could be hanging out with them now. Boo.

Today's tip: don't drink spicy v-8 if you're not feeling great. You will reflux v-8 all day and want to barf.

Okay. Must finish cake.