Today I have unexpectedly self-actualized. I'm not sure who to thank exactly. Was it that whole delectable pound cake I ate last night or Dr. Phil's "tough love" TV therapy? So you see friends, without friction, disappointment or regular crushing blows to the ego, one's being would be suspended in a veritable soft jello cosmos. Nothing left to struggle against to define the illusional "self". That's were I find myself right now --in a jello dessert tray at a banquet for the President ...which leads me to one horrifying conclusion.
I miss a root canal.