My good feels more like a chemical release from the grip of depression than actual happiness. I am chatty and I can taste medicine in the back of my throat. Maybe the government is slipping Effexor into my drinking water. I can't write when I am in a good mood because I have to catch up on Tivo'd episodes of Battlestar Galactica. That's one of the reasons I haven't blogged in a while. The other reason is I want you to notice me when I am gone.
On of my new readers asked me how they could sign up for the fan club. I think you just click on the donate button, and then I send you one of my "fan club" memberships. Membership includes your very own packet of gravy. You choose: country, brown or turkey/chicken/yellow.