Time to get a haircut. My locks hang without pauses and my moustache droops like dueling commas. My woman friend likes my hair long so I will just get a trim. She is busy all week writing a paper--she got to get that A grade. She loves dark chocolate and I will have some for her when we meet later in the week. With her I am not afraid to enjoy what is beautiful. We have similar slopes to our hills. And similar slopes to our backs...whatever that means....