"And shadows still remain, oh yeah, I know that you can love me when there's no one left to blame."

First, real life news. I have to do an antibiotic therapy for the next two months. According to my oncologist (who I still consult over normal medical problems, obviously) they're strong stuff, but I'm "young and healthy" so I don't have to worry. That obviously means I haven't done anything but worrying since I talked to him this morning. Way to be a mature person. I even got a bit of a scolding from my therapist on the phone. Anyway by late afternoon I was fed up of wallowing in self-pity, so I got my recipe book out, and tried my hand at making mince pies. Because I needed something sweet and warm and made with my own two hands.




I got the measurements wrong, and the tops were too little. The result is still delicious, it just looks weird. :D



So now I have a stomach full of christmas-y delicious little pies, and I feel a lot better. Even though I'm starting this therapy on sunday, because tomorrow I have a few things to do and an appointment, and I don't want to get there all croggy. I'm feeling positive, not stupid. ^^

And I've been listening to the Guns 'n' Roses a lot these days, because someone pointed out on tumblr that Welcome to the Jungle is the perfect Purgatory song. It definitely is, and I missed listening to them. November Rain was mom's favourite song. ♥