"Good night. Go right to sleep now. I have a splitting headache," my mother said. She gets headaches quite frequently. She really does.
I've been working on a new poem all weekend. Like Holden's mother, I have a splitting headache right now. I was trying to get the poem done for this evening, but I wasn't able to finish it. I know where I'm going with it now, but I need another day or so.
All I have to offer this evening is a new cartoon and the knowledge that Chris is the killer on the TV show Whodunnit. Sorry to disappoint you guys. I'll make it up to you this week.
You have Saint Marty's word.
Confessions of Saint Marty
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