I know I'm going to wake up one morning with him sucking out my eyeballs.
I'm visualizing a big hunk of a policeman putting a blanket around me while handing me a hot chocolate and telling me how well I did...
The planet is dying. We're all doomed. Oops, I've gone a bot Goth again haven't I?
I'm finding myself saying 'What the-' far far too many times.
These days I'd just enjoy walking, I don't have the hips for anything else.
It's been 39 degrees this week. Even blinking makes me sweat.