Ow, my head hurts. Not in that extremely painful kind of way, but in that dull achy kind of way, like how you feel right after waking up if you've been sleeping in an odd position. Which I was, of course. But it hasn't gone away, and I think it won't until I get some sleep. I'm loathe to stay up any longer tonight, but I have a lot to get done and if I don't do it now, who knows when I'll get around to it.

Tonight Scott and I used the pasta pots for the second time, and this time we tried out the locking lid on the smaller one. We heated up some oil in it, then cooked a pound of ground chuck. Then, locking the lid, Scott dumped all the grease down the drain. It was pretty nifty. Unfortunately, we found after marveling at this phenomenon that we could not UNlock the locking lid. We almost twisted the handle off trying. I think we'd locked it a bit too tightly, and turning the handle just seemed to loosen the screw holding it on. We ended up sticking the whole thing in the fridge to cool off, hoping it might contract, and short of that, hoping we could then at least touch the lid. Eventually I managed to get the lid off by sticking a knife between and using it like a bottle opener.

However, despite our difficulties, we produced a delicious meal of angel hair pasta with spicy meat sauce and garlic bread. Mmm ... aren't you jealous?