A blather
Happy Saint Patrick's day everyone! (As if I needed an excuse to have a Guinness)
Floppy disks seem to make really good fire starters. Who'd have known?
A Dr. Friend Story: Some time ago, Dr. Friend was in Paris for the day and had made arrangements to go out for a drink with one of his classmates from medial school. His classmate got them a table at Maxim's. Dr. Friend had been shopping and was taking advantage of a huge hardware store in Paris that day and so, when he showed up at Maxim's, he was carrying a new electric jigsaw. His classmate was, of course, appalled and wouldn't let Dr. Friend live it down. He said that only a true Vosgian (read hick) would show up at a place like Maxim's carrying a jigsaw. A city mouse / country mouse kind of story. Or if you prefer, if you show up at Maxim's carrying a jigsaw, you might be a redneck.
The stuff I really want to get rid of on e-bay seems to be performing like a pregnant pole vaulter.
Dr. Friend borrowed my skis on Sunday and went skiing. He asked me if I minded. I said, "NO! Not al all! Be happy to!". I lied. I was sick on the day they taught us to share in pre-school. Actually, that's not true, I'm a good sharer; it's just that the new hasn't worn off of my skis yet. He's a good friend. If he weren't I wouldn't have loaned them to him. I don't think he can fully appreciate the value of this gesture. Plus I'm jealous. I wanted to go too but was stuck at home babysitting the polliwogs. Oh well. It was for a good cause.
We went for a jog tonight and he served me a Guinness afterwards. Not only is he one of the best friends I've ever had, I seem to have him trained. I'm gonna miss him.
I have made some crazy friends here. No, I mean, seriously. Or maybe I should say that they have emotional disorders. One is narcoleptic. She's fun. Plus, she's actually some kind of psychological therapist. To me she seems stoned all the time. I guess it's partly due to the medicine she takes to combat the narcolepcy. Another friend is bipolar. There's one cool thing about being bipolar or, at least, letting all your friends know that you are: You can behave like an ass from time to time and no one gets seriously offended. It would be nice if everyone was as understanding with everyone else; we should all just assume that our friends have a screw loose and the world would be much more tolerable.