Dear Universe,

The spuitpoep is strong with me.  Not surprising since I've been eating absolute crap and inhaling playa in the desert for a week.  That evil white powder probably ate its way through my lungs and down into my stomach.  Also starting to feel somewhat nauseous which is just great.  Really just great.  Can you speak to someone about this please?  I'm supposed to be back in the kitchen in the morning and it aint going to be pretty if I'm throwing up all over the show.

But besides for that:

Universe,  I have a request.  Two in fact:

1. Send me some readings.  I am good and ready and mobile and keen.  Did my first one in a while this morning and immediately felt better and then instantly worse when I got home and the spuitpoep kicked in. No I'm serious.  I worked out that if I do another 59 readings I will have the same amount of money I arrived with.  Sounds good to me.  Then, when I'm well loaded up on readings and bucks:

1. Please help me to find a nice next destination.  That's right!  I'm ready to move on to greener pastures and I need some direction.  Kinda over doing the big city thing for now.  Hey were you around when they were making "The Bridges of Madison County"?  That would be nice.  Big open expanse.  Some farms.  Conservative folk.  (I'll go down like a charm there!)  Sure I want to go visit Andre in LA for a couple of days but after that I'm ready to hit... (please insert here).  Is it Ohio?  The South?  Am I going to Alabama?  Am I going to go see the Mississippi River Universe???  I love not knowing.

Thanks for everything,  you did pretty darn good on the B Man wishlist.
I appreciate it,

Alice