another dessert story

See also eating three desserts.

When I was at college, I was on a very large number of committees, because I have a stunning inability to say no. One of the committees was Refectory Services Committee - which I actually enjoyed, because it was about food. (I think I was the only person in living memory who had ever volunteered to be on it.) One time I went along to the meeting, and happened to praise the caramel apple tart that the Student Union catering sometimes sold. Apparently, the very next day, said tart was on the Union menu - written up on the blackboard as "Helen-Louise's Caramel Apple Tart". I was ill that day, and missed seeing it - but everyone who even vaguely knew me told me about it for the next week. Although as it was before the days of mobile phone cameras, I never did get proof that it had really happened...

wolves don't use money

Argh. I need to get my tax return done this weekend. Well, I don't NEED to get it done until January 31st - but I SHOULD get it done this weekend, in case I find some of the paperwork is missing, or whatever. la la la la la, what fun that will be.

And conversation on irc just reminded me that I need to sort out a private pension, one of these days. Oh joy!

Dealing with money is the single worst thing about being an adult, imo. Financial things generally make me want to die. I can't really explain in words why... ok, here is a very vague, handwaving version. ( May interest you, if you are frustrated with society, or also an alien on this planet or a wolfy living in a human body, or have just read too much SF. )