My bedspread isn't washable. Since my bedding has to be washed every day, I'll have to throw it out.

Like every aspect of cancer I've weathered thus far, today's experience was not at all demoralizing, expensive or humiliating. No, it was just plain fun.

I always like to get local music when I'm in another country.

I never have anything to talk about.

I had a migraine for about seven or eight straight days, and I was unable to sleep most nights.

Orphans, dead parents, lonely children at Christmas, morose spoken word recordings, everything you love about the holidays. Move the turkey over so you can fit your head in the oven.

I remember lying down for a nap one day at about 4:00 and walking up at 11:00 the next morning.