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I stayed up way too late last night making soup - soup that, as sarcasma says, I'm probably not even going to want to eat because apparently summer is making a return appearance this week. But without soup, I had nothing to bring for lunch today, and I just wanted to do one thing right this week. Of course, in the end I fucked the soup up anyway*.

It was at the point where I was really happy to come to work this morning, because at work, I'm terribly competent. Not so much at life.

*It worked out in the end, but it took me twice as long as it should have. Sometimes I really hate cooking.