LAST EDITED ON 05-11-06 AT 05:11 PM (EST)

re: Blanky

Iyanla and Rhonda have been helping me deal with the loss:

My Assignment from Starting Over

First, the ladies locked me in a cage with dried-out barf in it and made me dig my way out, at which point I was given some living room furniture, and a second assignment to shear 12 sheep, spin the wool into *New Blankies* for a homeless shelter, where I was to prepare and serve lunch for a table of 300 alcoholic pregnant bead store owners and paper flower artists. As I was unable to complete this in the allotted time (my lunch hour), they took me to the Quiet Room, where I was verbally abused and made to tie blankets to an effigy of Poetri.

But it wasn't until they showed me a computer simulation of what I would look like after an Andy makeover, that I cracked, and truly saw my Blanky dependency as an Evil and Terrible thing.

I cried, got in touch with the Inner Fat Boy I was, had a few fudgecicles and smokes with the girls . . .

And now I am Starting Over without Blanky.

Thanks for asking, John. You really are a sweet guy. C'mere, give me a hug.

WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH . . . .