Apr 1, 2003
Fiona Apple sings at the precise frequency to make a human heart burst.
Tonight, I experienced a great deal that I didn't expect. I moved through phases I hadn't planned for. I got a lot off my chest.
And I was entertained beyond the expression of mere words by Paul F. Tompkins. I cannot extoll him with enough enthusiasm and ferocity. He is a super duper genius. And he made me blush when I coughed too much.
Sometimes serendipity comes in the form of a butter pat when your bread is dry.
Labels: comedy, Paul F. Tompkins
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