Yes. I surprise myself in this soon to end month of Bachelorettehood. I have cooked, and eaten the results. But, more important than that I have actually devoted mental energy into figuring out how to cook what I cook better. This is all so new for me, I blush. It helps that it's fall and there are great vegetables nearby. I am agnostic about what I prepare. Yesterday, I was making spaghetti sauce and almost sauteed a spider who lived in one of our iron skillets. (Makes me look bad, if not a liar, no?) I said almost.
Anyway, I plan to keep this up. Hell, I need a win. Ye Olde Math Class is giving me, if not quite nightmares, anxious dreams. It is phenomenally beautiful and unusually warm these days, but I am in a permanent state of crankiness and misanthropy. And, why, you may ask? Okay, help me with this:
If you can't, leave me alone. I'm off to look up some fish recipes. I hear fish helps.
Anyway, I plan to keep this up. Hell, I need a win. Ye Olde Math Class is giving me, if not quite nightmares, anxious dreams. It is phenomenally beautiful and unusually warm these days, but I am in a permanent state of crankiness and misanthropy. And, why, you may ask? Okay, help me with this:
Prove or disprove the
following statement:
There exist rational numbers a and b such that ab is
irrational.
If you can't, leave me alone. I'm off to look up some fish recipes. I hear fish helps.
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