Sure, you might be tired of hearing about me and my issues; but what … are you gonna read the news?? Yipes.
Kate is too good to me. She brought me TB and a couple Coke Zeros. I’m spoiled.
I’m likely getting too much Baclofen, so they will likely ship me out to a different facility. There, they will dial down the pump and get Gregory moving again. Due to the overly high dosage I’m receiving, I have had paralysis in my legs.
Friend Michael, upon learning this, asked, “Do you have a headache?” “No,” I replied. He then said, “At least you’re not paralyzed *with* a headache.” Hilarity ensued.
A shave, a freshly buzzed noggin, and Taco Bell? It’s Christmas.
I also have a box of Milk Duds. My students told me Milk Duds are gross. They are, of course, wrong—damn kids. This took me back to a recent conversation I had with Kate about bad candy. My top ten disgusting candies:
1. Circus Peanuts
2. Choward’s Violet
3. Bullseyes
4. Peanut butter Kisses
5. Horehound
6. Cadbury Cream Eggs
7. Boston Baked Beans
8. 3 Musketeers (anything with nougat makes me angry)
9. Almond Joy & Mounds
10. Moon Pies (maybe not candy, but they’re terrible)
Dishonorable mention: Mary Jane taffy.
In other words, if you were ten years old hanging out at the five and dime in 1937, your options were … limited.