I owe it all to eating large quantities of steamed broccoli and parmesan couscous! Take it from me, that's all you need.
So now I'm kind of restless and bored, and I just watched Benjamin Smoke, a really cool, albeit soul-crushingly sad documentary about a very strange strung-out drag queen singer kind of spiraling towards his inevitable death. It was beautiful, but tragic. Many things are, I spoze. Archie brought it over to watch and I gave him Broccoli and couscous.
So now what!!?