In my fifty’s. Lots of anti anxiety prescriptions and antidepressants. I’m doing better now. I feel more like what the inside of my head looks like. YMMV.

Meh. Leaving out the rest of the date. August 29, 1997. Why does everyone worry about the clankers(sarcasm, just in case you’re sensitive) and not about the rich fuckers already controlling everything including those death panels they went on about. I wonder if the clankers would actually be more compassionate than what we have now. I’ll be dead within the decade, doubt I’ll find out.