Some crafts

Sundays, for me, used to mean slipping into a semi-coma shortly after lunch. I cannot account for it, really, but every Sunday I would find myself beyond fatigued, slipping into bed for a five hour nap, waking only to eat some Thai take-out, watch the Simpsons, and brush my teeth.

Since moving to California, however, my comas have subsided. I'm glad. I think. Personally, I suspect they were somehow a survival mechanism of some sort, as last weekend I MADE SOAP for hours instead of napping.



Soap making is a surpisingly messy affair. Plus, it really requires patience, of which I have none. Thus, my soaps came out a little mangled. However, they work well.