This Is The Danger Of

I Hate To Cook And Love To Eat.

I Journal For About Half An Hour, And By The Time That's Done, The Business Day On The East Coast Has Begun. The Phone Starts To Ring, And The Rest Of The Day Is Spent Dealing With The Business Of Writing. My Workday Is Done At About 3:00.

But, Reader, There Is No Comfort In The Word "farewell," Even If You Say It In French. "farewell" Is A Word That,in Any Language, Is Full Of Sorrow. It Is A Word That Promises Absolutely Nothing.

You Don't Realize What You're Going To Get, And You Can't Prepare Yourself For It.

I Always Wanted To Be A Character, When I Worked At Disney, But I Wasn't Short Enough For Certain Characters And I Wasn't Tall Enough For Others. I Wanted To Be A Chipmunk; I Think 4'10" Was The Cutoff.