Once again I gots no time to blog. Today I have to scream over to Der Vagen Haus, or maybe it's Wagen Haus, whichever, to get my car fixed. One good thing about working ALL THE TIME is I can at least afford now to get my car fixed.
So I'm off. The car repair guy is driving me to work, which is nice, and I intend to spend the whole drive telling him how annoying the name Der Vagen Haus is to me.
While I am repairing and strengthening, making split ends more manageable, tell me this:
What makes life worth living?
I was thinking of it today, and that scene from Manhattan, one of my all-time favorite movies.
And if you don't like Woody Allen I don't wanna hear it.
Also, mashed potatoes. And any time Eric the Midget calls into Howard Stern.
But I'll think of others and get back to you.