longer.blue

There once was a boy. A boy who ate a frog. His name was Nettle. I might be slightly delirious because I'm trying a new recipe and I've been perfecting it all day and it should be the best darn Cinnamon rolls I've ever made, BUT, I'm also uhhhh in the trenches in four ways and I don't need to get into that now but what I'm really trying to get to is that... it's that- um... I... I lost my train of thought. I don't know what I was saying and I don't know why I'm saying all this when I'm supposed to be asleep. I think? What time is it? I lost track.