After a geological epoch passed in which single-celled organisms evolved into talk show hosts, Mr. Coffee was still holding out on me.

Do not disturb. Already there.

Life is not about finding yourself. It's mostly about chocolate. T-Shirt

He seemed determines, his resolve unwavering. This would take tact. Prudence. Possible Milk Duds.

Surely my macking on some guy in an insane asylum wouldn't hurt him. He'd been living with his stalker, for heaven's sake.

The dead guy looked at me with wide eyes. “I can’t move my legs.” I snorted. “You can’t move your arms either, or your feet or your freaking eyelids. You’re dead.

Somebody has to be sane during regular business hours, and it's not going to be me, missy.