Since I couldn't sleep last night, as usual, I wrote out a tentative list of 100 things about me. Do you think anyone will care about the stem ginger cake I ate in London? Or how I wanted to leave the planet with Klaatu when I was a little girl?
Interesting exercise, anyway. Two lined yellow pages, front and back, that started in green ink and ended in purple. Written in the margins, between the lines, around the edges.