I've not been feeling so hot the last several days - it's probably the black plague - but I'll live.

As I was dying on the couch last night - almost asleep, a little girl whispered in my ear, "I love you, Bob" -- just the potion I needed.

I love her more than cotton candy (the kind that comes 3 colors to a bag).

Listening to: Superfly - Curtis Mayfield

Michael Moore