I'm getting too old for this shit.
I don't think I give a fuck no more.
It was kind of a hoot. But then Andy died.
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Some final thoughts:
I hope the American people wind up with something approaching a sensible, compassionate health care system.
I hope that everyone who has ever dropped by this place is in love and loved in return. Always.
I hope we leave Afghanistan last night.
And I hope my fucking car starts tomorrow.
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andy's difficulties and eventual absense did shift the doctor into a new emotional terrain. suddenly there was one less constant in the world's equation. but it would be a shame if he took the lunch counter with him.
I hope that one of these days I can build up the intestinal fortitude to try haggis. You're a lot more hopeful than I, though. This makes me sad.
Those are all nice things to hope for.
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