Today I had to make 200+ cookies at work for a charity event this weekend. I don't think you can fully grasp just how many cookies 200 is until you have made them in batches of 24 to 35 at a time. While making them, I managed to melt a plastic glove to my hand. I was making these weird chocolate cookies which you can't handle the dough to or they melt, so I was wearing gloves so I could roll them into balls. I forgot that plastic gloves do not equal oven mitts and when I went to take a pan of cookies out of the oven the glove melted to the bottom of my hand. I couldn't type until about two hours ago, but the pain's mostly gone (except in my middle finger, for some reason). Applied burn cream liberally and took a nap, woke up with blisters. It's all good.

I had to work two extra hours today to finish the cookies and my arm was (and rather still is) howling in pain. The molasses cookies are what had me practically in tears. That dough is fucking hard. I'm glad I only had to make one batch of those. My kingdom for some morphine and a hacksaw.