every now and again im overcome with illusions of grandure. i think, well, i should go to a hotel for extern, so i'll learn everything, from chocolate sculpture to sugar pulling to baking breads.
but all i want is to work in a restaurant. and i miss it. i miss it with every fucking fiber of my being, and i just want to give into that, i need too.
i need to. and i want to. and i think i will.