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[xp_cypher]

So, I was going to attempt to write an ode to Tante Mattie's jambalaya. But I'm one of those compulsive sorts who feels a need to stick to rhyme and meter. And writing a sonnet just seems an awful lot like work. And alas, there is no more jambalaya to be had.

So I think the thing to do is have an obscene amount of hot chocolate instead.

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[x-tarot.livejournal.com]

There is supposed to be snow Friday. Do you want to go out tonight instead?

[x-cypher.livejournal.com]

Might be a thought.

Want to go to...I can never remember the name of the place, the place where you get food from home, and see how Denis and Colette are doing?

[x-tarot.livejournal.com]

Yes. Yes, very, very much so. I could use some food from home.

[x-cypher.livejournal.com]

Man, it's funny how my brain works. I remember the people, not the place. Like Mama Lupe's place has an actual name, not that I can remember it. :)