Updates for today-
Sick. Death seems imminent. Wife unconcerned. She says, “It's okay.
I look really good in black.”
Cold upgraded to Wrath, not Wrath of God or even Wrath of Khan but
Wrath of Bubba Ho-Tep.
So sick, I can't even smoke a cigar. Life is so tragic Rossini
stopped by wanted to pen a tragic opera about my suffering.
No, I'm never melodramatic