Found places to get a car, but no car yet.
Maybe the Honda. I dunno.
Poor Corey had to listen to me work last night for about an hour… poo on weird rushes. That’s ok though. Much love.
A tanker full of… MILK went through today. Weird.
On the way home I stopped at the doughnut shop. They’ve been closed because the old crazy guy that runs it needed a vacation and he won’t let anyone else make the doughnuts because the recipie is TOP SECRET. So the town has to suffer so he can relax for a few days.
I walked in. He started rambling about how the IRS doesn’t have to do audits and stuff. Looked at me as if expecting me to join in the debate. I said “I just want a doughnut.” He looked disappointed.
It was fresh out of the deep-frier and the icing was all melty. Mmm unhealthiness.
He may be crazy but he sure can make a good doughnut.