A. Here's what I put in my high school yearbook, and I do believe it's what I'd still put today: Walk slowly; all you can ever come to is yourself.
A. "Thick white china mug."
A. Max, the boy who wore his wolf suit.
A. I can bend my hands up into strange, saucer-like formations. It's creepy.
A. Perfect happiness would be that first and only small cup of coffee, made with my camping drip filter into a mug I bought in Mexico (and which probably contains lead, something I prefer not to think about), into which I add a dollop of heavy whipping cream, and sitting in the dark in front of my Christmas tree conjuring the faces of the people I most love in the world. Since that describes my early morning today, I guess I was perfectly happy around 4:30 a.m. today.