Laura Grill's recital last night instilled ambitions. I might even work on them today, after I get some ingredients for fake ice cream (I can't stand no ice cream at the moment and if I don't do something I'm going to eat some).
Have to make something. Besides ice cream. Also, get rid of tiny chickens in my brain.
Have to make something. Besides ice cream. Also, get rid of tiny chickens in my brain.