It's a good thing there's no tax on happiness -- I'd have to get like six full-time jobs just to pay it. And that would make me miserable.

C and I spend a lot of time talking about things like dreams and breakfast cereals. Music and movies... "ever seen this movie?" "ever hear of this group?"

It's the ones where he *doesn't* call it a "favor" that you have to watch out for.

He's so beautiful.