From an e-mail received at 6:04 p.m. Today.
"Is life good? You almost always sound like it is, or at worst as though you know it is within your power to make it so. I love that."
I've never been paid such a high compliment.
And I do know it. Better yet, I believe it. Not so difficult, really, because wallowing only gets you tired arms.
And who knows better how to save yourself than your self? If you tell the truth and own your shit.
And I'm eating dark chocolate at the same time. Tastes better than dirt.
And how long can one chew on dirt. Really?