067/366: Toast

I spent most of Friday in a bit of a fog, thanks to a cold bug I picked up from The Pip. As a result, the only thing I took photos of yesterday was this:

A piece of bread in the toaster at Chateau Steelypips. A piece of bread in the toaster at Chateau Steelypips.

This wasn't some weird pseudoephedrine-fueled delusion-- I actually had a professional need for a photo of bread in a toaster oven. But, um, yeah, that's all I've got.

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