I can't do anything right.
My ideas are lame.
Or that's how I feel...
If I'm being impartial, though, it was a good thing no one wanted any because around 9:00pm I had severe anxiety. About everything. I had a self imposed need to vacuum, scrub the bathroom, do the dishes, wash the recycling, and clean the house. THEN I felt like I had to LEAVE the house because I was so sad. I couldn't be there anymore. My heart felt like it might burst. So yeah, baking anything was suddenly not an option. Which made the fact that I hadn't sold the banana bread a good thing . . .
Then again maybe the anxiety came from knowing no one wanted my bread and having no one to cook for. . .
It's was very much a "chicken or egg" scenario.