I am at her house in the Bronx. We are having a sleepover.
Right now: muffins, well not muffins because she doesn't have a muffin tin, are in the oven.
She did a funny dance to the Clue theme song.
I listened to her musical writing. It is great.
Bottle number three has been opened.
We have decided that this is the most wonderful thing in the world. Read our comments. Look. Figure out. Enjoy immensely.
Obviously, we are drunk.
This is really incredible $1 entertainment.
That's all for now.