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I made dinner tonight, actual dinner from a recipe, and it was good. (Of course my way of cooking involves asking somebody a question about it every five minutes, because almost all of my previous dinner-making experience is limited to tuna melts.)

BUT I proved I could multitask by keeping an eye on three burners and the cookies in the oven all at once. Now I'm just fighting a Benadryl coma.