Tom Oatmeal

I stayed at home and grilled shrimp with a glaze that I made from butter, dark rum, brown sugar, and some other crap.  It was delicious.  A ghost came to visit me in the night, presumably to lecture me on the pitfalls of living such an empty and solitary life, but I was too tired to be whisked away on a journey through my past, present, and future and so we agreed to try it another time.