Ike ruined the carpeting in my basement. We had been together for a long time, now it's time to say our good-byes. Rugs typically don't talk, so we were short.

I have a killer sore throat today, so school didn't seem appealing. I didn't go, just ate soup and crackers. In my house. Alone. I think I have strep throat. I certainly have something throat.

Looks like I'm giving you Farshtey Feed 2 tomorrow.