Didja ever think sitting on a couch with her, sipping Pom and staring at clouds would be like seeing Angel Falls for the 1st time? It could be just the humility that health issues drape over you - - - but I like it. It says forward, ho better than all the folderol in D.C. Think of it - - you knew the life-ending smoosh from the fall back then was certain but wait, you took that chance, got her, came here and look how beautiful! These thoughts are part of waking up with Folgers in your cup and realizing for the zillionth time you survived. OK, so it's not green beret, hero magnitude but if a day goes by and I don't voice the thanks that being here with her means life lyrically rejoices all the time, then I am a jitbag.

Eye OK, dick's still asleep near-term hijinx still probable and why? you think it's because you're spayshull ? because you look like flaccid JHolmes the mirror and that's the way I like it. Woke up, stayed in bed wrote some shit and now I feel whole, I feel meaningful I feel like a hymen with a guardrail. The passion to make oneself memorable is misuse of a grand energy. What epitaph? The kick from the cloud formations rounds up my favorite contribution to the awards wall. Still the one.

'Is it possible Jane Austen, effen Jane Austen actually wrote this straightforward description of her heroine, young Catherine Morland, who at age 15 "began to curl her hair and long for balls"?