Bank Holiday Comes Six Times a Year

I made French toast brunch. Go, me! I even managed not to screw up the sausages. I'm generally bad at sausages. Or at least, I think I'm generally bad at sausages. I'm always afraid I'm going to undercook them. However, it all seems to have worked out fine, except that our deeper frying pan sucks rocks, thank you. Still, I am tweaking my recipe for the egg-milk mix and it seems to be going well (now I add about 2 teaspoons of sugar, a half-teaspoon of cinammon and maybe a quarter-teaspoon of vanilla extract; gives nice layers of flavour). So yay!

Now I am going to have some fun with my Sims, who I have been neglecting lately in favour of Millennium and the joys of having to hand iMisc over to dodgyhoodoo because the software for the wireless whatsit is screwed and constantly generates really stupid IP addresses instead of, I dunno, the one that works. So dodgyhoodoo tends to have to tweak it so it works again.

Right. Sims. I don't know if I should go back to work on the Silent Hill Sims 2 project or just faff. Hmm.