Potato Pancakes

Today, two well-know celebrities in Hollywood died.

Farrah Fawcett and Michael Jackson. Just two days before my birthday. It's an odd coincidence, but, at the same time, does it have some ominous sign to it?
Hmn...
Haha! I have become superstitious overnight, I suppose, but I guess superstition lasts for just a day for me. Two at most.

Anyway, I just cooked potato pancakes some time ago. It was good. Not amazingly good, but okay for a first time. I mean, I never even tasted potato pancakes ever. *Thinking* sooo... that's how it tastes!!! Interesting...

What else do I have in mind?

Nothing much.

Oh! I also made potato salad that was kinda raw... so, I don't know... I haven't even tasted what I just made... odd.

I guess that's all for now. I finished watching Clannad yesterday. Such a depressing story, it is. It made me cry... and I don't usually cry--which is why, whenever I do, I get ecstatic about it. Which is, again, odd.

Ok, I'm done.

Mhaby.

(I got lazy typing... so... )