Sunday Night Live

Again, it's late at night and I'm still awake, watching series five of The Simpsons and debating whether to cook. I'm getting hungrier and hungrier (is that the right spelling?) and the notion of making some brownies suddenly doesn't seem so strange, nor does the idea of smilies and baked beans.

However, both would involve slaving over the oven, or rather standing guard, in the freezing cold kitchen. Unfortunately, I haven't got any instant style junk snacks. There's isn't even any toast, so I can't finish the brussels pate and even if there was, the toaster has ceased all operations. Hence BANG goes the belgian wafle idea.
I shall go to bed hungry.

Or I'll crack and make brownies.