... and suddenly, it's 12.45am and I have to make approximately 50 gluten free chocolate donuts for my son's school birthday treat. Before 7am. FUCK. So much for sleep.

On a related note, I just realized that there is actually a dip in the floor of my kitchen where I stand and work all the time. I'm pretty sure it wasn't there when we moved in 10 months ago.

It's going to be a long night.