I had a really weird dream last night in which I was, for some obscure reason, taking part in a baking show presided over/judged by the Raven Queen, the Goddess of Death in Critical Role (and DnD -- but this was definitely a Critical Role thing). Then I blew my fuse because we were supposed to cook with unsalted butter and WHAT KIND OF HERETIC etc. I'm pretty sure I was overdoing it to gum up the works for some reason? But in any case, shouting at the Raven Queen made me level up, so obviously I took that level in Goth, which she thought was hilarious, appropriate and well-deserved.
Clearly I am goth enough. The dream argument I had with a death goddess over baking ingredient says so.
Also, I finally wrote prompts for my yuletide letter. Sorry for the delay to anyone waiting on it.
I'll do the linking in appropriate places tomorrow.