It's one-thirty, as~ per usual I've got enough caffeine in my system to knock down a lesser mortal, and I'm bored as hell. Grocery shopping has been done (four gallons of praline ice-cream, one twelve-pack of Cokes, a jar of crunchy peanut butter, and a couple packs of ramen constitute groceries, right?-- shut the hell up, as far as my pantry goes ( Read more... )