It's like from Pompeii or something. The thing I'm most pissed about is that I worked so hard last night to mix all those ingredients and grease the pan and all that crap. Who can expect you not to fall asleep and leave it in a hot oven for a nice 8-hour nap after a long week? I still want these girls to eat the middle cause there must be something moist, or at least edible, in there somewhere. All my dreams involved campfires and bananas and Charlotte's involved teeth.