Sitting in my room listening to the beautiful Tori thinking about the day. The most wonderful day of the year, well almost. If October the 3rd wasn't a day and neither was Christmas then it would be the most wonderful day of the year. February 8th is a beautiful day. What might a person do one such a magnificent day? Well, we could all say,

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, KAREN!!!!

I think she would like that. If all the world would wish my beautiful, shy, perfectly caring, spectacular, talented friend a happy birthday maybe this beauty would realize that she is the best thing that could have happened to the world on February eighth. That the world is now a better place for February eighth, nineteen eighty-two coming and dropping something off before it went back to the land of days gone. Thanks, February Eighth for the present. I couldn't have survived without it. Much love, baby.