the Cutest Person to Wake Up To slept over last night, having sped down from ny to leisure world to unicorn lane. she was waiting on my doorstep when i got back from japanese dinner with my father, grandparents, and elderly neighbors (ave. number of years since they were 20: 40) like a package thrown off a UPS truck. but thrillingly. she administered an abbreviated version of a personality test that involved envisioning 1) a desert and 2) a cube. the latter i described as "shiny, dark blue, small -- cute, like a volkswagon." it turned out that this represents how you see yourself. she, for example, envisioned a completed rubix cube. what do you think that means, i asked. i have no idea, said she. this morning, in pajamas, on connecticut avenue, we looked at each other, volkswagon to rubix cube; she drank her coffee; and i spilled my diet coke all over my lap and the bench below.