Boolean and Ball's
Or, some of you may have heard that I wrote an essay about how poetry is an asymptote for life. Or, how I think of human relationships as asymptotes, where people constantly approach understanding someone else's existence but never actually can be in their shoes completely. Just ask me for further explanation if need be.
In other news I realized yesterday that I will have to take a truckload of Mrs. H.S. Ball's Chutney flavored Simba Chips home. I can't live without their deliciousness.