Today I did what I always do when I'm confused and have got time to spare--I bake cookies. Four batches and half an insipid season of Grey's Anatomy (I'm a glutton for punishment, as previously stated) later, I'm still confused and half-terrified. Does this mean I should start another batch? Make gingerbread, maybe?
Something has been confusing me very much and I don't know what to do about it. I'm not the only one involved. I can't stop thinking about it, all the while telling myself not to overthink. I'll write more when I can say more, but right now all I can do is turn out one pan of cookies after another.
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