I woke up yesterday and told Cary that I had a horrible nightmare last night. He asked what it was about, and I told him that I'd dreamed (why do I always think dreampt is a word?) that I'd made cookies and realized once they were in the oven that I'd forgotten the butter.
He said the fact that I consider that to be a nightmare means that I have serious problems.
Little did I know, this nightmare was something of a premonition. I made my favorite chocolate chip cookies this morning, and they didn't turn out at all. I have no idea why. I definitely remembered the butter. My arteries are still feeling anxiety over the fact that the double batch required 3 sticks of butter. But the cookies are flat and not anything like how they are supposed to be and I am quite distraught. I'm so annoyed that I used up all those ingredients, only to toss it all.
I'm even more annoyed that I ate a whole one for breakfast this morning and it wasn't even good.
It is a difficult world I live in.