I deleted this morning's post because it deserved to die.  Turns out, I don't mind the woman I compared to a family history of cancer. She's actually fine once you spend 4 hours in an indian casino staring at a collection of badly taxidermied animals together.  Chewing ice berg lettuce and swilling the most interesting thing on tap …keeping your mouth busy so that you don't say anything.  It's almost like friendship only more bristley and less prone to lasting beyond this week.

Again, all things are relative.  Next to that mountain lion stuffed on juniper, with an incongrous pot belly that hung from its bony frame….the only thing missing but obvious was a sign saying, "Died of Tuberculosis" underneath its gaunt forever hissing head…I felt sorry for everything.