Thank you, Diary, for listening to me, but after all: I felt strangely comforted. Darkness at Noon - Arthur Koestler - it far surpassed my expectations. To have that moment when you realize that you're not a little kid anymore. Even though I've never injested crack. Hey, why don't we hoof it to a joint, lay out some frogskin, do a pizza with the works to go, jump on some vino, bring it here, chow down, talk about the moon, acouple laughs, sing dance, waterski, la la la, whatever. I am still on my script shelf.
I break it up and feed the pigeons on the roof. The wine cellar scene was absolutely excruciating to watch. I was in a really good and positive place in my life. The angel cards put you in a contemplative inward-looking space. There are many different kinds of Love.
I cannot stand myself anymore. Crazy funny stuff always happened when Jackie and I were together. DID it work through my life? But what was really going on was that I could not recover from the loss. Not completely since - for whatever bizarre reason - he is still a painful memory and I can't reference him casually.
It's appropriate once again, for this time of year. To the Heart of a Conflict: What was I - a fucking Pollyanna? I took my parents there once - which was really fun - to share it with them. Stephen, to fill the silence, said:. The toga party part could have been taken right out of our toga dance. I know I'm telling this like it was amusing