Hotter Than the Devil's Tongue

This picture is the only one I could get to save on this computer. Cute little dog, though. On March 22, I talked about high blood-pressure, which I have. My listeners tell me they find this week’s show amusing, so I think you might, too. I said all I care to say about blood-pressure on my show and I’m tired of talking about my health and aging and how I keep getting hit on by drunk people.

That last one is probably all in my head, anyway. The dream is over, said Mr. John Lennon, and he was right. I just believe in me. Yoko and me.

About an hour ago, I took three valerian-root capsules just for fun. So far, I feel nothing. I’m not even that calm. Darn—if it’s legal, shouldn’t you at least be able to have fun with it? I mean, really! I guess it’s better than a poke in the eye with a stick, as the saying goes. I’m tickled it’s Friday. I don’t have to jump up and down for joy but I don’t have to weep, either, right?

I think the valerian root has made me blasé. Just what the world needs—indifference and ennui.

This is my favorite font, copperplate gothic bold. See how lively I am? ADVENTUROUS!!!!!!! Whimsical. Classy. Aw, man, this blog-format won't let me use different fonts. And it looked so cool on Word. Well. Now I'm blasé again.

See how I changed my mood just by pepping up things visually? Or I guess now I should say, "See how I tried to change my mood by pepping things up visually?" It’s kind of hard to break old habits, but it can be done if you keep chipping away at it. Instead of putting up with the blahs, you can use your favorite font for no reason except that it makes you feel better. Or you can try to.

This valerian serves no purpose whatsoever. Someone gave it to me……maybe it’s old.