Call me Ethel.

Yesterday I didn't go to work, why? I slipped in the shower and vomited in the toilet. Yes, that's right, I'm 85 years old. Luckily my osteoperosis hasn't set it yet so no bones were broken, but I do have some bruises on my pride. What's the best part about this whole thing? I Called my boss and had to tell her all about it on speaker phone. Am I embarassed? No. Am I lieing about that? No. Am I lieing about that? Yes.

Comedy Comedy Comedy is up my river and signaling for a second chance. Apparently I have 30 minutes of material now. 30 good mintues? That's not for me to question, that's for you to judge. Anyhow, I've made some phone calls for feature spots, so we'll see how that goes. I may be a feature. I may be. I may. I.

Look at me, I'm a bruised poet.