I am so happy to be who I am and to be living the life I live. It's by no
means perfec, and that makes me sad at times, as I'm sure it does everyone.
But I was thinking the other night -- there could be so many other lives I
could be leading and so very many of them are ones that are much more
unhappy ones than mine. Why worry about the lives that are more fantabulous
than mine? I've got a pretty good one here.
And right now I want to hug each and every one of you.