melange

I am still procrastinating.  That is not to say that I haven't made any progress.  I'm going with Freud.  Unless someone can give me a five minute "archetypes for dummies" rundown of Jung.  I'm feeling a tad over my head in this course to say the least. I should probably tell my professor that. 

I am also drinking hot chocolate.  A friend of mine came over after my mom left with junk food of varying qualities. Cool American (Ranch for those within America already [the continent, I presume, not the country]) Doritos at one end of the scale and at the other, hot chocolate mix.  Overdosing on chocolate cupcakes that day meant that the hot chocolate was neglected until now.  But no longer.  These lovely little pebbles (chips, you could almost say) of dark chocolate are meant to melt in hot milk.  The effect is only enhanced by the double cream I whipped up yesterday.  I'm thinking that these lovely stones of dark chocolate shouldn't be solely enjoyed in hot milk, but that they would also taste lovely baked in a batter of flour, eggs, sugar, butter and vanilla extract with a touch of salt and baking soda.  Perhaps we shall find out this weekend!

All right.  Freud and the Frog Prince.  Here we go!