eating Newman-O's to elvis costello. they don't taste as good as oreos but they aren't put out by hellbound philip-morris and besides, as ross got them in the mail today they were free.

free like i'm free! like we're all free! except i have the durned headache, i'm giddy. all decked out in shades of purple, which is my manifestation of happiness. dinner in the city tonite. later, bday party for the k-ster. becca was in bed with eBoy this morning when i called. hilarious. bunny has fallen off the face of the planet, or at least off a building.

"the universe has no rules. it has habits. and habits can be broken"
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"a sense of humor, properly developed, is better than any religion yet devised"
(wisdom courtesy of tom robbins, Jitterbug Perfume)
that first means that anything's possible. anything: immortality, true love, two objects occupying the same space, flight ("the knack of flying is learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss"), going backwards in time, writing books of poetry that actually get read. it can happen.
my favorite authors have always tended to be the folks who embraced that philosophy and didn't let themselves be constrained by physics or reality. having never learned physics, i wonder, am i subject to it?