Now I'm watching it scroll through the commands to turn itself back on. Blink, there it goes.
That's odd. This sort of thing usually doesn't happen until October.
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.