The Betty Department
I’m a real Betty, sitting here in the internet, submerged into cyberspace, teaching yoga and doing The Artist’s Way. “Hope Springs, eternal.” I answer the drowned phone, a depressive receptionist of my own Afterlife Department.
I’m a real Betty, sitting here in the internet, submerged into cyberspace, teaching yoga and doing The Artist’s Way. “Hope Springs, eternal.” I answer the drowned phone, a depressive receptionist of my own Afterlife Department.
A phone is answered. “Hope Springs, Eternal.”