Yesterday I said goodbye to Peanut, some bad habits (not all) and Philly and spent the rest of my day on an airplane. Flying through the air in a tube with dozens of strangers who like to talk about business. I want a private jet like Cary Grant and Howard Hughes (everything is named after H.H. out here). They knew how to do things well. On my second flight I was between two Russians and a window. Not so bad. I think 'Bachlorette' would be a decent song to have a plane crash to. Would you rather die from nature or technology? I'd say nature. But the two are often not that distinct. Somewhere over the South, maybe East Texas, was a giant lightning storm. It was close, there were distinct clouds and lightning bolts, no vague flashes from faraway like atom bombs. It was huge -- many flashes a second, for over ten minutes while we flew past. I don't think anyone else was watching. The sky was completely dark except for the storm and one very bright star above. It felt like a good omen. Today's thought on courage: It doesn't have to be earned. It can be invented like daydreams or love. My most unlikely friend is joining the U.S. air force. I can't believe him. Sometimes you have no choice but to follow your dreams. But sometimes dreams can fool you. Well... Today I walked to the mall in 70 degree sunshine and bought a blue sorbet colored purse. I love the Hollywood hills. You look up, and there they are. Tonight I am eating ice cream with my twin sister. I am wearing polka dots and pearls.