driving home from the Garden of Eden and we're sitting in the car, listening to Tom Petty, and I really really like his song Wildflowers, because I think he's singing it to a feminist. It's nice, and I think that all boys should hear it.

I can't have imagined a happy 24 hours, because I didn't spend one minute thinking about my problems, it was like they didn't exist in the pool, in the car, in the mountains, in our gaudy apartment complex. We sat in the sauna and laughed in the steam, we made fun of the boyfriends and girlfriends, and the fat women kerplunking into the pool outside the sauna doors. We walked around in t-shirts and shorts, like the rich people do and slept in beds that were 4 feet off the floor.

I don't think I'll forget, and I like this happy radiation we all have now. It's so familiar...