Man, I could really not have less to say these days. How can this be? I usually have something to talk about, but I am dry and shriveled up, like my ovaries.
I went to bed last night at 845pm because there wasn’t anything better to do. This is what my life has come to. I’m 97 years old now and pretty soon I’ll be wearing depends and drinking 8 cans of vanilla-flavored Ensure each day.