To my dismay my proposed show: ‘America’s got snot’ a reality show involving nose picking, was accepted and will air next season.

I got a little drunk at the party last night. But later his wife called and asked for me to drive him home.

If milk and aspirin have it, I think that superstition, scripture and other nonsense need an expiration date as well.

My conversations with myself at night are quite boring. Too predictable.