Mice don't get Alzheimer's disease, which is annoying, but luckily, scientists figured out how to genetically alter them so they do-- which makes me feel a lot better, because if I start losing my mind, I don't want to be taunted by a bunch of mice (in fact, if I do get Alzheimer's disease, I wouldn't mind having a pet mouse with Alzheimer's disease that I could forget to feed until it shriveled and died).
Someday, this blog will be used to examine your decent into insanity. I would like to thank you in advance for leaving a record of your advancement into this state so that researchers may use it to help others.
ReplyDeleteOn the other hand, if I didn't know you, I might think that you were deliberately creating the illusion of a decent into insanity so that you could use it as a defense for some future activity.
ReplyDeleteAnd somewhere in the blogosphere, Catriona suddenly remembers why she dumped Dave.
ReplyDeleteAHHH Whitney! Now I'm getting freaked out. I'm officially signing off your blog...I don't usually blog much anyway. I've got two little kids too, and one of them is literally trying to rip the keys of my computer as I type. I just wanted to say hi. Enjoy your insane exchanges and maybe I'll run into you at homecoming one day...although probably not. I hate homecoming.
ReplyDeletehey everyone, i'm on vacation, so these sentences were pre-loaded-- and i only get internet access randomly. i know squirrel gets really mad about this, but still, it's better than nothing (and a lot of people have really lame lives and depend on my sentences to give them significance and to get them through their busy days) good to hear from you, catriona-- when did you get back from russia?
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