Lovely Diary,
  Through a fit of boredom, I come to you. Since gossip and chatter do not occupy my tongue, a keyboard will occupy my fingers. My dearest, my beautiful, my love, my Elvis! as my fingers caress your cyber pages, filling them with my deepest oddities and stupidities, I plead with you: please don't tell my parole officer.
  Lately, as you well know, I've been reading a very intrigueing book: Even Cowgirls Get The Blues. Because of this particular novel, my gray brain has been kicked into gear; squirming and twitching like an eyeball that just lost a poker game to the nose. I've been questioning the human "understanding" of time; like, do we understand it at all? As we measure it, giving it minutes and hours and days and blah blah blah, are we even beginning to grasp the concept of time and space? Does time pass, or is time simply is? Why do we make it so damn one sided, I say! For that matter, why is everything "civilized" so one sided? Why does society wish to block out the eccentric that adds color to life? Why do Western humans shut out Nature and demand a stability that is metal and frigid? Why do Koreans love spam so much?
  All these questions and more, coming to a store near you.

Hugs and Kisses,
Elizabeth