I heard from two of my friends today. One is living in Chattanooga the other in the wilds of the NorthEast. The Mighty Ed and I exchanged groaners from the groaners site. I am dead to him.
I phoned a local lawyer specializing in disability cases, a Mr. Dootell. He basically said, call me when you get ready for your appeal.
I have a cold. It puts me in a crappy mood. I am tired and miserable. I'm thinking of putting out a contract on myself. It would be a relief. Can anyone suggest a novel way to die? Something better than drowning in caterpillars or being painted in dayglo-latex.And, it goes without saying you'd have to know a hit man who could handle it