she’s left a little note behind on her pillow that reads, “You’re a good sport, Sport!” And in the light of this new day I don’t feel like last night was love at all, but it was a hell of a fun way to interact with another soul. Think about it: it took over 4 billion years for her life and mine to come together in that elevator. If that ain’t special, I don’t know what is. So right now I’m feeling pretty good about fate and kismet and being a good sport,
