I never have anything to talk about.

I wish you a tolerable Thursday. That's all any of us can hope for.

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 know you aren't supposed to speak ill of the dead.

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 can wholeheartedly apologize for not being at all sorry. And it really is the least I can do.

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