sitting on the floor of my cluttered bedroom (seriously, if there were ninety cats in here, i wouldn't even notice) eating macaroons, contemplating nothing but macaroons. i was at the american consulate in sydney yesterday, and they scanned my bag, the man gave me a funny look and asked if i by any chance had a box of macaroons. i nodded anxiously, and he replied with, I LOVE MACAROONS. i almost blurted out with, I LOVE YOU! but stopped myself as that would have been weird. so very weird. anyways. i also came up with an excellent idea for a cooking show.