I’ve got to tell you about this run in I had with a needle the other day, and the devastating problems I encountered because of that little prick. I thought for sure I was going to die.Continue reading
I’ve been thinking. Yes, I know. That usually means trouble, but this has been bothering me for awhile (this pandemic crap is really playing with our minds, isn’t it?) Anyway, the thought that has been racing around the inside of my head is–suppose the guy who wrote the Mayan calendar was dyslexic. Instead of 12/21/12 he actually meant to write 12/12/21?
We might be in some serious trouble. I’m not even going to bother sending out Christmas cards this year. What’s the use?
Any sane person would wait until after tonight’s debate to do what I am about to do. No one ever said that I am sane, though. I don’t think I’m insane. Others might disagree with that assessment, but I don’t see how they can do that. I suppose I could be borderline insane. Is there such a thing? Does an insane person really understand what sanity is? Do they realize they may not have what it takes to be classified as a member of the sane society? I wonder.
Anyway, I thought I might try my hand at prognostication. I’ve made predictions in the past. Some of them have proven correct, however the majority of them have been way off the mark. I’m still going to try, though.
Here are my predictions:Continue reading