It's not a full moon until Monday. So why am I plagued by every crazy person I know TODAY? Most days I care. I really do. Today my caring is just a delicately crafted facsimile. You'd never know. I'm smiling and I'm giving you that look of empathy, but honestly, you're wearing my ass out. What? You? No, I don't mean you. But you.
PS? My furnace is still not fixed. I have one of those indoor/outdoor thermometers. At 5:30 this a.m. it was 12F outside and 54F inside. Try stepping out of the shower into that. It's ten hours later and I still got nipple hardons.