George Carlin died. He will be greatly missed. I loved his humor, his use of language. And I have no problem admitting that when I clean the apartment, I think I need more space to put my stuff. Then I can get more stuff.
May the forces of evil become confused on the way to your house.
The reason I talk to myself is that I'm the only one whose answers I accept.
One tequila, two tequila, three tequila, floor.
I also have no problem admitting that seeing the words "heart failure" made me a bit nervous this morning. This afternoon is the big MUGA Scan test. Not very encouraging.
I wonder if they'll let me get a picture of the canister?