my grandfather’s old folks home food actually turned out to be really good. westminster cantebury has really stepped it up in the food department last i ate there.
it was actually a better meal than most of my past thanksgivings.
i’m really craving some cornpudding right now.
and i’m really tired. i had to wake up and go to church.
i fell asleep in church, and i think i had a sex dream. does that mean i’m going to hell?
my dad took a picture of me today and thanks to no shave november and my slightly tinted glasses i looked like a cross of the unibomber and an al qaeda terrorist. sweet
i’ll post it later