Might fuck around and live tweet Dallas, a high stress person, making bread

She’s hugging a tub of sugar and venting about how she’s worried the water isn’t a high enough temperature for the yeast to dissolve

There’s a lot of heavy breathing in the form of sighs coming from the kitchen

90% sure they’re subconscious

Looking at the yeast, whispering to herself “my stomach hurts”

Projecting by asking me why I’m so stressed

Yeast is sitting for 10 minutes. She slumped on the couch and said she’s exhausted. I told her she doesn’t have to make bread, to which she passionately replied “I reeally wanna learn to make bread though”

“And when it’s all over... I’ll be sooo hype”
No turning back now