slept with a sister of one of the icu nurses years ago, she does not recognize me, it will stay that way. and then, separately, cardiac unit r.n. asks, "what kinds of things do you like to eat?" my father, still disoriented and not having had a real meal in two weeks: "pussy" - i'd save it for the gallows.
gave $45 for the postman, $199 for weta, $199 for wikipedia, $199 for girard college, $1,000 for friends overseas. cash is the correct gift.
must not forget that the world is fascinating, neverending, sometimes exhausting.