Sunday, sweet Sunday with nothing to do.

Fat chance. Gung Ho Fat Choy -- Year of the Monkey.

I will finish Call Girl Calling today. It's funny. I will work on "Falling."

"Yes", she said, "people do tell me I'm driven to write. It's a curse, perhaps an addiction. I'm somewhat obsessive anyway."

The interview's eyes glazed over. He'd heard it all before. The writer threw her red fuzzy hat in his face.

"I know you would rather hear about the Vesuvian Alien muse that water tortures me and the bull that paws and snort in anticipation of a charche. Really, I'm trying to simplify my answers so that you're not confused."

too early for lucidity