07.08.02 :: 12:42 am


I would like to call a "mobility specialist" to discuss getting me one of these jammies. They seem really fucking convenient. Why should senior citizens get to have all the fun?

My mother is currently kickin' it in London, going to my youngest cousin's college graduation. I'm jealous. She did say one very disturbing thing on the day of her trip. She said she took out a 1 Million dollar life insurance policy in the event that her plane crashes.

I was like, "Hi, oh my God, bite your tongue, woman," and refused to discuss her death any further. I guess if I haven't heard anything, it means she got there okay and she's sipping her drinks UK-style.

My Boy called and is having way more fun than me. That's always good feeling. Not really.

Also, could Canada stop burning already so I could get a sunny day at the beach sometime this summer? What are they fighting the fire with over there? Whiskey? Snap it up. Thanks. Approved.

Well, I'm off to watch some spinal cord surgeries and c-sections.

Tomorrow, a long retarded week of Gestapo-ville.

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