Seems I'm Not Alone in Being Alone
Anyway, I'm tired. I'm going to bed.
Lab tonight? You know, one never thinks that one will have use for a sentence that contains 'rat sperm smear,' until one does.
Once upon a time I was writing a book called, "Just Another Love Letter", about angels behaving badly. Now I just quietly ask myself each day, "What the hell am I doing?"
My friends always knew I was going to hell. My only hope is that God likes good jokes and bad redheads.