If it were socially acceptable I would kick cats on sight, but yet I find myself compulsively singing the Meow Mix song when I’m by myself. This is just one of the symptoms that lead me to believe that I am an emerging schizophrenic. Others include my inability to turn off an infomercial before it’s completed one entire loop from the moment I turned it on, my extreme hatred of baker’s dozens, and my compulsive collecting of other people’s x-rays. If there were a way for me to go to the doctor and pull the old trick of describing these symptoms as those “of a friend,” I would do it. I need to know what’s wrong, but I don’t want to be medicated and therapied within an inch of my life. At the end of the day though I really just love sitting in the dark, eating a dozen muffins, singing the Meow Mix song and looking at someone’s broken femur by the light of a Steambuggy infomercial. I can’t imagine a more perfect night.
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- The Huntington Ladies’ Book Club – February Meeting
- Pickle the Cheetah
- Karen the Personal Trainer
- Morton the Worm at the Usury Office
- My 5 Favorite Musicals and Why, By Carla Cioca:
- Mumu the Irrelevant Mime
- Tiny Tim – Post Revisted
- Ten Prior Moments that led Jenna to this Point:
- The O. Henry Affair
- Ben’s Night Out