My old blogging buddy MCJ (who should really be more famous than he is, based on sheer writing talent) writes:
Ever find yourself lying in bed at night, staring at the ceiling and asking God what’s holding up your fatal heart attack because goshdarn it, you just can’t see any reason to continue hang around this plane of existence? (…)
Fortunately, moments like this are fairly rare for most people but they happen all the time to dorks like me.
My last one was when Kathy Shaidle got married…
