Apparently Quill started fifty years ago with two brothers in the basement of a chicken store, or a chicken feed store, or a chicken coop...I don't know, I wasn't really listening. But these ceramic chickens are everywhere, and there's a bronze chicken statue in the courtyard.
My mom's coming tomorrow and I'm excited to go out to dinner because I've been eating spaghetti since Sunday. HOMEMADE spaghetti, though, which means something. But I do eat it at the coffee table because it's the only table I own, and in front of the TV. So, I don't know—I think I'm a bachelor now. Like Clooney.
