My life is a series of lists. I used to remember things. Now I write lists. My pants and shirt pockets are stuffed with assorted scraps of paper-bearing lists
My life is a series of lists. I used to remember things. Now I write lists. My pants and shirt pockets are stuffed with assorted scraps of paper-bearing lists
Rumor has it that I’ve retired. Nope, not true. I never finished being tired the first time around, so how can I be tired again? You know, re-tired. Or maybe