It's the weekend... Saturday night to be specific. Not out mucking it up, but visiting family. November 1st, All Saints Day. Paying our respects to the departed. M doesn't understand why this is a thing, but it is.
Today was another Tour de Donut, which I should write about. We'll see how that goes. I'm still full from this morning - I consumed about half a dozen. I may have hit my quota for the season.
Going over the review sheet for my Baking class. This coming test will cover the last two and the upcoming lab, so pies and cookies. The review was supposed to be done and handed in during this week's lab. Yeah... didn't do that. Worse case scenario, she gets it next week. Whatever, this isn't hard (but don't tell that to some of my classmates). Write by hand, type it up later to hand in. If anything, it'll reinforce the important concepts.
I still need to write my personal statement for graduate school. I've been attempting to write this since February. Talk about writer's block. Sure, I have notes here and there... a sentence jotted down on a copy of the New York Times because an article brought about some inspiration. My reluctance to complete it probably shows I don't really want to go to grad school, but it's something that has to be done. Upward mobility, career path... blah blah blah.
I think I'll finish off the leftover ribs.