The wafting scent of insomnia.

[hmm_frenchcakes]

So its 1:30 in the morning and Edgard is baking a cake. What a wonderful roommate! Since he's moved in I think I've demolished 5 or so of his cakes. Surprise surprise, he likes cake and luckily its apparently always on sale at staters. So, I cannot help gorging myself on freshly baked cake, especially when its still warm and soft from the oven. Mmm, smells like vanilla!

~btw, reminder: Fort day is Saturday and there will most likely be cake present, get excited people! Can't wait to see ya'11!