I set the oven up & spray the pan down to season it for a hour like the instructions say: I'm terrified, .. I realize due to an event where a previous roommate singed all our kitchen walls & the firemen evacuated us until they could ensure the walls were not smoldering inside *sigh* all due to him burning a pan of cookies so badly that they created a back-draft, that when the door of the oven was opened the (san)chocolate chip cookies burst out of the oven in like 3 foot flames of anger for being forgotten, ask chophshiy he'll tell you: our roommate Den was a magnet for destructive possibilities. Anyhow: after the chocolate chip cookie backdraft, I've never felt quite as comfortable about sticking oily things in the oven to cook for extended times - needless to say I handled my fear tonight by opening the oven door every 5 minutes to let a good amount of oxygen in. ;) prob. solved.
anyhow: Now I've lined the pan w/aluminum, with only some slight finger tip burning (maybe it'll speed up my guitar callouses?)
ok, so that & more laundry, did dishes, swept again: I donno. there's so much I even exhaust my anxieties before it's clean. ah, too bad for the house.
Meanwhile the black cat has taken to perching by the new fish tank like a gargoyle. It's kinda cute. annoying, but in a cute way. heh.
"See the world
Find an old fashioned girl
And when all's been said and done
It's the things that are given, not won
Are the things that you earned
Empty handed, surrounded by a senseless scene
With nothing of significance
Besides a shadow of a dream
You sound like an old joke
You want out, a bit broke
An' askin me time and time again
And the answer's still the same"