Biddy took me to the symbolic "Blk 925" coffeeshop tonight and we discovered some awesome popiah! Those are the tightly rolled ones that don't fall apart no matter how clumsy I am with crunchy crackers embedded in them. I was smsing her how different I feel with a spunky haircut; almost alive. Kris got me addicted to snow-white mozarella and I found them in cold storage.