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[bubosquared]

Am slowly working my way through the stack of ironing I've to do, and for the first time in my life, I'm using starch. (Mostly because this is the first time in my life I actually own enough blouses to justify buying starch.) It's quite handy, and hopefully my blouses will stop crinkling if I so much as look at them, but it smells odd. My hands and the lounge smell of it, and it makes me hungry. And of course, hungry as I am, I can't decide what to eat. Bah.