C’est pas vrai: Il ne pleut jamais en Normandie.
The space where my Id, Ego, and Anima all come together to exchange cookie recipes. This is a space without any hard edges. It’s a space with no clear or discernable goals. Check your over inflated expectations at the door. Cuz this is simply a playground for the various voices in my head. Come on in. I’ll make you a sandwich. -- MJ. Keenan.
