There are times with your friends when you just have to put their whole mess out of your mind for a while.

But hard bitten cynicism leaves one feeling peevish, and too much of it can do lasting damage to your heart.

You can never have too much, butter.

Physically it's exhausting to cook every night. Existentially speaking, I have so much more energy having that time to myself in this project, this gift to myself at the end of the day. Even if it didn't go smoothly, it was still a gift.

There, I was just a secretary-shaped confederation of atoms, fighting the inevitability of mediocrity and decay. But here, in the Juliaverse... energy was never lost, merely converted from one form to another. Here, I took butter and cream and meat and eggs and I made delicious sustenance.

If there's a sexier sound on this planet than the person you're in love with cooing over the crepes you made for him, I don't know what it is.

There are times with your friends when you just have to put their whole mess out of your mind for a while.