I had some fun yesterday and it made me wonder what the hell I�ve been trying to pull around here. Standing out in the cold, smoking Nat Sherman�s and savoring some decent drink for once, bleating out les travesties petite and being told, �But you know that�s not true.� I trusted the source and that made the difference. And then I went to see this and laughed more than once without that snort of derision that amends something not truly hilarious.

I�ve got to get off the stick. Finish the story, see if I can get a reading, remember to think about that morning, opening my eyes and reaching out for a stretch, smelling oranges and the dirt on my cheek, looking up at the sky and attending to some little schedule that would take me to noon and the beach.

Now, I don�t know this person, but her writing invigorates. And she did just make a reference to my own little bible of sorts, the place I�d cast back to and drag for some kind of simpleminded solace if I were where she sounds like she is now. I wish her a swift return to apples n�onions comfort, the little china shepherdess still without a crack or chip.