Due to the aforementioned growing head of mine, it is now crowding out actual things I need to remember, as opposed to just the worst sex I ever had and some questionable fashion choices in the 80's.
The winner of Cancer is a Bitch was chosen by the author and goes to smalltown mom. So snail mail me and I'll forward it to Gail!
Part 3 of my memoir is going up next Wednesday instead of yesterday. I don't know why; have your people call their people.
End of chat.