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My seatmate accidentally went home with my calculator last week. So I have it back now and can finish my homework. But I'd rather nap.

Truffles.

So last night I was particularly cranky about a number of things, and decided that chocolate therapy* was what I needed (a theory which turned out to be correct).

So now I have two pounds of truffle raw material that needs to get rolled. Plain, with rum & orange curacao, with kahlua and a drop of cinnamon, and with maraschino liqueur. Which is apparently pretty emphatically cherry-like, according to Mikey.

*Chocolate therapy for other people involves eating it. For me it involves making things with chocolate and then feeding it to other people. It's usually a multi-day process.