I was pacing around in the charming not at all like a caged beast way that I do as Rick was drying off from his shower, and worrying a piece of rose quartz a friend got me between my fingers.
Rick- What’s that?
Me, holding it up for inspection- It’s a rock.
Rick- Well, couldn’t really see that without my glasses, you know. Why are you keeping a rock in your pocket?
Me- It’s supposed to help dispell negative feelings and bring about a sense of healing and peace. I know, kind of a lot to put on a rock.
Rick, staring at my hands thoughtfully- I think you need a bigger rock.
Curiouser and Curiouser 