curate channeling of my old friend Richard, saying, Oh, that’s genius, Groceries—didja get a
lobotomy last night, in addition to gettin’ a little tipsy?) It’s never a far leap from ruminating
about David to obsessing about the circumstances of my divorce, and so soon I start brooding
(just like old times) about my ex-husband, my divorce...
I thought we were done with this topic, Groceries.
And then I start thinking about Felipe, for some reason—that handsome older Brazilian
man. He’s nice. Felipe. He says I am young and beautiful and that I will have a wonderful time
here time in Bali. He’s right, right? I should relax and have some fun, right? But this morning it
doesn’t feel fun.
I don’t know how to do this anymore.
Eat, Pray, Love