Disney is all paid for now, unfortunately not from the awesome royalties from my book.
I trimmed about six inches off my beard and no longer feel… well, like myself.
I no longer look like one of the three wisemen, or is it now wise people?
this is not my good side.
The doctor tells me my knee is failing and since there is an awful lot of hardware keeping my femur together it is rather difficult to get a good look at the problem via traditional methods.
this is a ramble of minor proportions while my wife makes a turkey sandwich for my lunch.
most days I wake up and wonder if I am full of shit.
the platitudes of willful resemblance 