Starting tomorrow I’m going to eat nothing but ice cream, brownies with a hint of those green leafs, grapefruit and tangerines. You watch me. I’m going to dye my hair blue and tell strangers exactly how I feel (will be easy if I eat some brownies at dinner time). And in three months I’ll run away on a bus to Nashville and tell people my name is Cecilia Parker, the blue will only be a trace at that point. I will steal from antique stores and seduce boys who find me ugly. I will make tin foil stars and hang them on the tips of trees who make their home in smoky mountains. And everything will be fine and everything will be. I will be, I will be, I will be. You watch me.