I'm not buried, I'm underwater (Or something very like that)

... went to Borders today and verily verily, I stumbled unto a reading of 72 Hour Hold by its author, Bebe Moore Campbell.

Damn, she's good. Not only are her metaphors liquid sublime perfection, the woman is poured certainty in a tall glass, neither shaken nor stirred.

If I were a woman, I'd want to be her.