BOB ROSS CHAPTER. TONITE.
Gonna watercolor and bond and shit.
This is for Marina.
Since getting home, I eat eggs at all hours of the day. Breakfast, lunch, dinner, whenever wherever.
In a house, with a mouse.
Europeans do not understand eggs for breakfast, and it feels so good to be reunited with them, at any time of day.
See you soon USA
But not in Europe. I am dreaming of an Eric the Red egg white omelette from Blueberry Hill. With extra feta.
Meet you there in a week, okay?