I’m writing this in the five minutes I’m giving myself to take a break from trying to make sense of some film shipping fiascos (fiasci?).
I knew there was a reason this can of soup had been in my ‘for later eating’ drawer for the better part of a year. Feh.
I really need to make my own soup. Maybe this weekend, in between episodes of ‘Breaking Bad’. I am a bit loopy even after three episodes in a row, so this final push through the last 13 could be interesting/deadly.
I read a nice thing on The Toast this morning. Actually, almost everything there is pretty great. Go eat some food. And stay for the loaves and fishes comment (I KNOW. There was a GEM in the bottom half of the internet. How’s that for a miracle?)