Insomnia and baked goods

Actually unlike the title suggests there's not so much of the insomnia involved but there is a quanitity of baked goods.
Keith, one of Sarah's archery type people is having a birthday tomorrow so, as some of the plans they had fell through and tomorrow's going to be chaos and insanity, I figured cake would make up for it all. (Two birthdays tomorrow actually, and I have to go get a nice card for at least one of them tomorrow morning.)
So I have to fit in a quick trip to town for nice card and a little present or something, and head over to Lindsey's some tme after 3 and be sociable and such for a couple of hours. And in between that Sarah and her archery people will be stopping by for cake and stuff... and maybe if it ties in they'll come to Lindsey's too. And at some point in the evening we're going to Leicester because they want to go bowling but will probably end up playing pool because the bowling place is stupidly busy and (shhh, it's a secret) I totally forgot to book it earlier this week. It just didn't happen so... as far as they know it was booked up and we'll go see if we can get a cancelled lane or something or something. I dunno. I'll be happy enough to whup the boywonder's ass at airhockey again actually. He creams me at pool, but the airhockey I'm actually pretty good at. Or was anyway.

So yes. To save time tomorrow (she says, finally getting back to her point) and because I object to getting up early on a Saturday, I made Keith his cake now, before I get too sidetracked.

Zen and the art of baking at midnight...

He wanted chocolate and strawberry... but he has tripple chocolate with pink sprinkles on due to a severe lack of strawberry frosting at this time of night.

Kat'll be pleased though, she's been harrassing me for chocolate cake all bloody week.

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Ahhhh, it's good to sit down for a bit.

*flakes like a flaky thing*

In good news though, as things work out I may not need to divde my time between Sarah's visit and Lindsey's birthday. Mum and JR are going to L's but but boywonder's teaching till this evening and various other things and... eh fuck it, I'm too tired to explain but suffice to say, if I don't go it's not going to be a big drama.
I'd like to stop by and say hello, but we'll be playing that by ear.

I have nothing coherant to say. My brain is just making those "wah-wa-wa-wah-waah--wah-wa-wa" noises like the teacher in Charlie Brown cartoons.

round whu?

Luckily for me... the archery squad are still tied up at the winner's presentation so they're not here yet, and we did have time to get to Lindsey's for an hour or so and still get back before the archery people turned up on the doorstep.

Also... on an empty stomach, bubbles go riiight to my noggin. Whee!

Mmm... need more alcohol to maintain said buzz through dinner. I think there's a bacardi in the fridge still...

So, all in all given the chaos and insanity, things have gone remarkably smoothly.

Also, the guy from Argos delivered my new toy this afternoon, which impressed the boy with its weight. But more on that another time.

(Brain. Gutter. Out, now. I see you. Yes you. Filthy minded people.)