I had Cinna Stix for dinner yesterday and I was happy,
for the first time in quite some while ever since
the disappointing sudden change in my course of life.
(Yes, I note the missing punctuation,
but you can see how lazy I am to replace spaces with hyphens.)
I suppose I don't need people to make me happy.
Just food. Which can also make me fat.
38 LPs to kill; just you wait.
