arglefraster.

Mass this morning. I went, then I came straight back and went back to bed.

I slept til 3, which is a little scary.

I did my work then proceeded to waste time.

Next week's Mass, they are having a potluck. It's supposed to be multicultural. Father Martin asked everyone to bring a dish representative of their home country. I think I might just skip it because it's impossible to prepare anything in our kitchen on the weekends, and I have absolutely no space in the fridge or freezer to store anything. I don't know... I'll think about it. I might be able to find an apple pie at tesco, though i really don't want to have to carry a pie up the hill. It wouldn't exactly fit in my backpack.

Sophie, Phil, and I finally got sick of looking at the disgusting clogged sink that people keep pouring stuff into anyway. The water was opaque with a rim of solid orange grease around it... I'm thinking that grease is probably part of the reason the sink is clogged in the first place, the other part being people shoving food down the drain. So I said what about baking soda and vinegar? Phil got a straw and poked it down the drain to try to clear a hole so the water would drain and we could pour the vinegar in. All we had was balsamic, but that still works. It just looked a little gross. Then we poured the baking soda in, and it fizzed and voila... unclogged sink. I just went in there to wash a dish and it's clogged again. Figures.