Lady Butterfingers.

Yes. Butterfingers. Thats me. I have been dropping things like crazy. All evening yesterday. My friends were laughing because we were cooking and I kept dropping spoons and icecubes and tomatoes (though I WAS juggling with those at that moment). And they kept asking me wether I was under the influence which I wasnt.

I had a horrible day on Thursday. Instead of going to work, I had an appointment at the hospital for MRT brain scan. I thought it was something quick and easy. I couldnt have been more wrong. They stuck me in that darn machine for 35 minutes, gave me the panic button and earphones saying that it will be little loud in there. That was a complete and utter understatement. It sounded like paving drill and a worst dubstep beat met eachother right next to my ears. It was horrendous and Im not exaggerating.
And the nurse told me that I couldnt move anything while being in there. So I tried to be brave. It was hard. Near the end I had tiny nerve-twiches and tears were flowing down my face and I didnt want to press the panic-button because then I had to go through that ordeal again.

And after all that, getting up and feeling completely noise-nauseous, I had to go to work. Yay for me.

But it got better in the evening. I came home, made  cheesecake which turned out to be fabolous and was the star of yesterdays evening.
Here you can see the recipe along with many other awesome ones. Follow the cake-trail...