Oh that stupid groundhog was right! It’s a snowstorm! BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!
I had a dream this morning that Kier-La came back to get married, and I was hanging around her house which was like a party house in some ways, and I thought it was my last chance to tell her that I used to have a crush on her, which doesn’t make any sense. And the Thickets jam space was in a garage that was behind her house.
That’s all for now.
Substitue the word “Thickets” with “peanut butter” and the word “house” with “blouse” and you’ve got an even better dream.