Do you suppose that little girls keep diaries these days? Everything I've dreamed of has come my way and that's what I'm wondering about. Oh, I suppose that I think about death now and then. No more than I did thirty years ago but now we're on much closer terms.
It's hard to be honest unless you never change your mind and I change my mind more often than I do my hairdo. I've always maintained that I will tell anybody anything. I'm finding out that that's not altogether true.
Half the battle is staying awake and I'm usually about half-awake. Does that make me about a quarter alive or about three quarters dead? It's those pesky word problems that kept you out of the PhD program.
Pray for peace and search for truth.