is a pain, and it’s NASTy.
You’d do well to take the advice I gave to Jay Gatsby, Uncle.
And if you can, your futuro is RICH!
PS I was going to name this post “Living in the Pasty,” but it reminded me too much of “pastry,” and I didn’t want to write that because it would make me sad since all I have right now are a box of Cheese Nips sitting next to me.
What a drag to say, at least we still have yesterday.
What a drag to know, I have to learn to let it go…