My morning was shite: I forgot my chef clothes, and had to wear the fat chef's dirty ones, had a massively busy brunch that made me annoyed, then I put a big dent in my bumper of my car when I went home to get my clothes.
And then my day got really good.
Really.
I had a fun night of cooking. That is what it's all about, right? And so I'm off, and tomorrow is the big party.
We're gonna rock out.
Later.
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