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.

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.

Let's stop playing with ourselves and get on with the entertainment, shall we?

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.