I do not consider my self as having mastered the flute, but I get a real kick out of trying.
There is in every true woman's heart, a spark of heavenly fire, which lies dormant in the broad daylight of prosperity, but which kindles up and beams and blazes in the dark hour of adversity.
Right now, I'm very healthy. I have no vices left. Except sugary breakfast cereal. And absinthe, of course.

