For Point A, please refer to yesterday's entry; for Point B, see the following:
Sometimes I try so hard to resist,
You say you will and I say you won't.
Sometimes I think that you don't exist
And sometimes you don't.
Pinch me 'cause I don't believe it,
Kiss me 'cause it feels like a hit,
I turn around and you're not there.
Why must it always be the less I see of you, the more I care?
You're determined to make me as miserable as you can,
You're like Harry Houdini or the Invisible Man.
Count 10 and then down again:
9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1
Doing everything they say shouldn't be done,
More fun than you can have with your clothes on.
Pinch me 'cause I don't believe it,
Kiss me 'cause it feels like a hit,
I turn around and you're not there.
Why must it always be the less I see of you, the more I care?
You're determined to make me as miserable as you can,
You're like Harry Houdini or the Invisible Man,
I turn around and you're not there.
Why must it always be the less I see of you, the more I care?
The less I see of you, the more I care,
The less I see of you, the more I care.
To discover this on the bonus disc while driving home today was the best thing that could have happened. And now on to:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=muFE3BgSPWU.
A lot of the time these days I feel like this:
And like this:
It's not all bad!
I have been listening to this album while I get dressed in the morning. 
I found these images while working on a research paper on the ideology of the postcard in 19th-century China. This is some of the most beautiful penmanship I have ever seen; I am dying of envy. My own missives will never look so good!
Ignore the sentiment; LOOK AT THE PICTURE! It killed me for just a second here. Sunny Sunday morning. Time to get dressed and go outside.
Lung Leg, following advice
Cordial! I've been doing a lot of hand-shaking lately.
