From my diary: Feb 1, 1988.
October 9th, 2011
I was sitting on the toilet, crying, and I pulled a length of toilet paper and blotted my wet eyes. I folded the paper reflexively and wiped my ass with it — and the damp paper, cold on my butt, made me realize I was wiping my ass with my tears. By the time I folded up another length I was howling. It was the first real laugh I’d had in twelve years.
October 10th, 2011 at 6:06 pm
Nice anecdote.
October 10th, 2011 at 10:57 pm
That’s what they call a “God-cha” question, ain’t it?
October 10th, 2011 at 10:58 pm
Fred, my comment belonged on the debate post, not tis one.
October 10th, 2011 at 11:29 pm
Jim –
God-cha.