It's strange how things can change so rapidly. And change from something wonderful to something in the less than preferable state. Even though it's in it's less than preferable state, melted ice cream is still good. On the other hand cold oatmeal doesn't seem to have any redeeming features at all.  With this in mind I want to take this opportunity to thank my wonderful wife for bringing me home a small chocolate, strawberry sundae. And offer all of the appreciation I can muster that she wasn't in an oatmeal mood.

It's awfully interesting how many things in life are this way. I am blessed by people that make my daily health an important portion of their day instead of just another number that will work towards fulfilling their quota of sick people for their day. To those of you that put forth this extra mile, thank you. And you can be sure that when I do finally depart this precious rock we call home that it was melted ice cream and not cold mush.

As you probably noticed I didn't have a lot to say today. I had a joke to enter right about here but my wife looked at me with that "look", you know which one I mean, it's not anger, it's not love, it's not hate, or in between, but it got the message across to me that she thought my joke was not that clean. So I'm trying to think of another one a little more appropriate. So I guess you know just what that means - my blog tonight is boring as heck, just like it really seems. This sleeping most of the day from the illnesses I've got has ruined my chances at a successful stand up comedy shot. So if you hear any good ones that will pass the prude in you lives censorship just add it to my blog and if it's bad we'll just call it a blip. Blogs bad, blips good. Makes me kind of wonder with a name like twitter how's tweet suppose to raise any thunder? One of the greatest things about being sick and doing a blog this way, it doesn't matter if it makes any sense, you'll all be thinking, "he's sick and dying, so it's ok". - Till the next one, here's a tweet a twine and a burp (of all the stupid things to name stuff, twitter belongs in gossiping, not in true journalism, like this junk). My love to all, if you make some sense of this for crying out loud let me know, cause to me it's just a bunch of words, like on darts that I just throw.