Still fine. A little fat, but fine.
If I were you’re wife (or husband) these would be my conversation topics at dinner tonight
I’ve grown to hate television. That’s a bad thing for someone who works in the business. Creativity has seeped out of the dramas. Objectivity has dam-burst out of the news. Reality TV is not real.
I’ve started to wonder if my attempt to not drink sugared soda has led me to a strange diet soda caffeine addiction. I’m considering a major cutback.
I have another opportunity to go to Las Vegas. That could start trouble.
Once again, music has proved its healing power in my life. Last Saturday, I played with an old friend, a slightly new friend, and a couple of people I didn’t know very well. And again, my theory that any woman is beautiful when she sings well was evident.
My brother is getting a dog. I think it’s about time.
I think I need to buy some new clothes before I go to New York. They is fancy people there.
I love skull-rattling thunderstorm. It’s like good sex for the atmosphere.
Pass the green beans, please.