I watched Master and Commander at the Olympic Theatre last night and didn't like it too much.
Have I mentioned that for the last three weeks I've had a cough? In fact, I may have broken a rib from coughing so hard last week. I'm getting old. Someday I'll escape this dreary life and do yoga all day and eat fresh fruits and vegetables in Costa Rica. The death certificate will be forged. No one but Juanita and little Carlitos will know that I'm still alive, or who I once was.
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