I am being perfectly honest when I say that I have no recollection of yesterday whatsoever. I recall JP coming over and fixing my Internet for good, but after that…not a clue. Turns out there was some cable connected to my router that shouldn’t have been and that was causing some kind of an IP address conflict…whatever that means. I suppose then, that I spent the entire day browsing the Internet, that would make sense.
I straightened up the apartment, and studied for my upcoming final exams at Le Cordon Bleu. I have been making a bunch of flashcards of vocabulary terms…it isn’t very much fun as there are so many of them.
As I made the cards, I was watching The Catherine Tate Show and on one sketch, she said that the time was twenty past ten. I looked at my clock, and it was twenty past ten. Weird. Later on, she said, “toast” at the exact same moment I was writing toast on my flashcard. These events were obviously some kind of sign from God–I’m just not sure what they could have meant.
I transcribed some of my journals and typed my macaron recipe from school…other than those things I didn’t do anything that I can remember. Lots of laundry.