...Hells Bells!...
...I've been living on these for the last two months!...better stop. Good thing I didn't know about them in college. In college I lived on butter rolls and and shake and bake chicken at our apt. Although I would save money that my parents would send me, and go out for a nice Chinese dinner with a male friend once in a while, and if I landed a nice gig I would eat better. Once I cooked enchiladas for my two roommates. It was amazing...I was such a great cook! I should have left the Conservatory and gone to Culinary School. After dinner I walked to the practice rooms across campus to practice piano...and I just stared at the score of Beethovens' Appasionata Sonata for 15 minutes, and got up and left...I could barely stay awake...much less open the piano. As I walked back over the bridge to our apt, one of my roommates walked by carrying her violin...she had glazed eyes...and didn't seem to recognize me. When I got back to our apt, my other roommate was still sitting at the small table...her chin in her left hand...just like she had been when I had left 45 minutes earlier.
I did not put any drugs in the recipe my Mother had written out for me...I guess that I overdid something. I made the same recipe in following years, and they were very nice...but I always just stayed home afterwards.
https://youtu.be/suIDGW5KGNI
