I am writing this in 2047, and all my hair has fallen out. Today I may give up blogging for shuffleboard. I met a new woman at the retirement home today, a spry spring chicken of 70. Best part is she has 3 wigs, and it's like being in love with three girls. My cane has a splinter in the handle too ... dammit. They served meatloaf today in the cafeteria, and it sucked. I realize posting this my screw up the time continuum, but who cares.
