Julia Davies, a fellow writer who just falls short of being perfect while juggling her split personalities, sent this blog post by Sheldon Lee Compton to me before I caught up with my blog roll.
I had just woken up on another gloomy morning and it took me a minute or two to find my bearing. Later on I sent the post to a young friend of mine, a neurotic girl who loves literature; I told her Sheldon is a terrific writer who lives in a country where cigarettes are way too expensive.
She read it and said, 'oh, another runaway soul.'
I suppose it describes some of us.