Tonsil Revenge

I hope this Christmas is better than the last forty-eight.

I would like to believe depression serves a purpose. Everybody seems to think it is impossible for someone with a sense of humour like mine to be depressed. That's even more depressing.

I wish the governments and foundations would spend more money on people with Asperger's Syndrome and less money on talking about them. I would dearly love to get a check and a lab coat to study why neuties can't tell the same truth two days in a row.

All that glurge at the bottom is now obsolete... well, most of it.

i know nothing, I feel nothing, i just goes to works and does my jobs....

I'm just putting this here because I like it and there are some family...um...associations.

Seems a little staid, doesn't it, considering the subject? I wish his eyes moved or his tongue stuck out or something...

Any questions you want to post will be cheerfully answered, in order, arranged by the alphabetical listing of the second vowel in the third word in each post, unless it reminds me of a color, in which case I might answer it before you send it.