So I've realized once again how cyclical life can be. I spent the beginning of last week dying on Cliff's couch in Pleasanton, and he was here on our couch in Santa Cruz dying yesterday. Irony. We don't get that around here.

So ladies, email TheTouchedBachelor@hotmail.com because Cliff needs chicken soup, and I as the Joan Cusack figure in our Romantic comedy of Life am unable to give it to him. Plus, his voice at this particular moment is really gravelly and sexy.

Hey! I just noticed that I've become a major player. That explains the death scene on the couch last week.