I Never Sleep On The Plane. I

No, It's Not A 'corpse Thing.' I Feel I Lack The Emotional Capacity To Deal With Those In Mourning.

Maybe I've Moved To The Dark Side, But It's Clean And Nice And We Never Run Out Of Toilet Paper.

I Can't Believe Anyone Would Voluntarily Run 26 Miles. Sometimes I Sit On The Couch Cross-legged Because I Don't Feel Like Walking To The Bathroom.

I Yearn To Be A Woman Of More Depth, But I'm Not So Fond Of The Path I'd Need To Follow To Get There.

Ambien Might Have Mentally Just Tossed My Salad. With Croutons.