Update: Things are better. Not great, but okay enough. For now. I have bamboo anyway. So don't worry about it, if you were worrying. Tonight I'm making Indonesian Chicken (with batsmati rice) on my new grill. I'm excited. It will be so good.

I should write in all of my books while I read them. But only with pencil. I just finished A Farewell to Arms. Love is very strange, and awfully scary, through Ernest's eyes.

And I just don't know.