something dazzlingly intelligent someday. meanwhile, october 27th's post
brought a smile. i, too, once played and lived and dreamed in cardboard
boxes. i was just thinking of it, actually -- thinking of how much i miss
it, and that even though i might still be able to squeeze into a
refrigerator box, it wouldn't be the same...all of the preconceived notions
i once had of life would come flooding back, and it would be too painful to
face how greatly the real Me differs from the Me that i imagined i would be.
thanks emily for your contribution, it was dazzlingly intelligent.