Quick, let's talk while it's stopped raining - it could start again any second.
The other day I had lunch with a friend, a young friend, a very young friend - a baby practically - and we were sitting there talking about our health problems like little old ladies. I suspect our friendship will remain the same throughout the ages and in six decades we will have the exact same conversation we had last week, except it will also include reference to prune juice and other unmentionables.
I have been thinking a lot lately and reanalyzing everything. EVERYTHING. I hate to admit to any weakness but I will concede that I need a little temporary help, so I've started taking vitamin D supplements. This was actually demanded by my doctor a few weeks ago and this week I decided to acquiesce. I started taking the little buggers last night and so far all it's done is put me in a bad mood. This is very odd, very rare - I had been in a constant good mood for three years. Thanks a lot, vitamin D - you're not even a real vitamin, you hormone bastard!
I'm too busy to tell you anything of consequence, but this should bring you up to date: Beach Boys -> Snow White soundtrack -> Wayne Newton -> Debussy -> The Who.
Something is wrong with my leg. Someone needs to be getting more sleep.