For real thougjh…different people same disaster…from those who went from below. I however played second chair in the symphony, saves me what the beauty of music before this tub drows the lot of us?
I wonder what’s for breakfast tomorrow? Some eggs would be good.
Nick…shall there be breakfast tomorrow…
Straight arrow question to an acquaintance from this blasted interenet…though has known the struggle.
Breakfast springs eternal, have faith. Never mind me, I’m just being an idiot.
This only means one thing and it falls to only me…
…breakfast cognito firme.
And into this breakfast goes the rest of my life.
Go as I am or not go at all?
The breakfast bodes well.