Dear All, Hello. Thanks for listening. I'm blue and alone. You're fun. I just wanted to say that when Name's wife finally gets home and is ready to godforbid DRIP on him or whatever else is likely to fall off in her earnestness, it reminds me so much of health class at tenth grade. The teacher was like, "women are always slimey downstairs" and bless his heart, my hilarious bold friend, a very popular type who dated about 10 of the class women but not me because I was convinced I couldn't steal him from his little sister, well he turned to me and said comically, "EW!" And I thought-- there it is, La Difference is Veeving, you know, the French say Vive La Difference. But they forget to tell you we gross each other out too and have to have a laugh or turn bitter and vomit. And the way Stephen just left me gasping for air wondering what on earth type of marital bliss was coming was just completely deconstrustructing, I imagined total rupturing of her absolute everything, in her complete eagerness to just be there. Duh on her, in her mindless psychotic yessiness. And after all, which is worse, sex once a month or someone who throws all their parts your way? Do they suffocate you and dismember you at the same time? Then who burries who? And which left hand digs a hole for which right leg? The sheer nerve of the master story teller. I knew right then that I couldn't make it through life without reading all of this works but I've been dragging my feet. Someone who can do that to you... Jeeheesheesheesh eh heeesh