Not as desperate...

...to be put out of my misery - but it's darn close.

Went to dinner with my residents today (I'd rather call them my friends...) and one of them was describing an incident with a teacher that gets all touchy feely at times. Well one of them accidentally let off a Freudian slip when he said, "She doesn't even know whats in her backdoor." We started laughing and he suddenly spurted, "Backyard, backyard!" But, it was too late. So, of course, the jokes went that way for quite a while.

Oh, and apparently I am supposed to be ashamed of myself for not particularly liking Tim Burtons films. Yes, I love Mel Brooks and anything else under that kind of category - I like comedies. I don't go for those darker films - Hate me, but let me have my own laugh and tastes!

Still sick, very interesting cold/flu - it must be a mutation of both - the Coflu. Or Flold. Coflu sounds too much like tofu and I don't particularly care for that either.

Lets lump Tim Burton films into a pile with fish, tofu, and cigarette smoke.