Lately there's been a lot of soul searching Chez Nikki. Imagination has been striding forward with seven-league boots on, picturing the future and asking a lot of awkward questions in the meantime. I picture the future as a kind of fearsome woman with cowboy boots and her hands on her hips. Right now she's reeling questions at me.
"What the hell are you up to?"
"So where is this damn book, then?"
"Are you sure about that?"
I was trying to answer her, but in the end I always want to respond to questions like that with
Ah Bobby. Are you not beautiful?