Furthermore, I'm psychic. (Not psychotic like my xW claims.) I'm receiving trans-Atlantic vibes from you. I'm seeing something. I can't really make out what it is. It's getting clearer. It looks like a yellow puddle of water. And now I'm seeing something else. I think it may be a letter of the alphabet. It's getting clearer. It's the letter P. That's it! Your favourite (a Brit misspelling) letter is the letter P.
Am I correct?
I'm beginning to sense that you like Shakespearean plays. I can feel the words forming in my head. One of your favorite (spelled properly) Shakespearean lines is, "To pee or not to pee; that is the question."
The visions are starting to fade. I'm exhausted. I've always found that trans-Atlantic telepathy drains my energy. But, I hope you're proud that I didn't mention anything about skinny dipping.
