Sad But True

I watch Match Game to calm down. I am up to Match Game '76.

Mummers' oldest sister died; the funeral was Saturday before last. Perhaps I can discuss this without getting rabies in a few more days.

Mary is right, I cannot save the world; the world doesn't even *want* to be saved. I just need to do me.

I have to get back to Match Game; this Dealing With Reality thing is too much for me.




- Posted using Speak-n-Blog from my Fisher-Price Chatter Pull Telephone