past a bedtime i can't afford

ok. tired. i give up. vade in pacem. i'm going to earth for a bit.

harriet: it would hurt like hell.
peter: what would that matter, as long as it made a good book?

hell it's not like you read the damn thing anyway.

(and then i remembered that i had a card and it has the sweetest dolphins on the cover and i'm happy now. :) doesn't take much does it?)