Fwah.

I think you could tell me you were going to shoot me right now, and I wouldn’t really care.

I’m going to the hockey game tonight, but yet I just told Amy and Jess that I wouldn’t come out to dinner because I didn’t want them to get this.

I realize that I’m internally inconsistent. But I’m not going to complain if I lose my voice. It’s not like it doesn’t happen from time to time.