Just let him go...

Ah ha! It is finished!

My 7-8 minute talk on charity. HA! EL FIN!

And it totally only took like an hour. PSH SHAW!

So. Sigh. There we go. It's over.

Oh, hey, I DID PRODUCE SOME NON-CRAP, just now! My talk! It's not COMPLETE crap; I'm definately not PROUD of it, or want to go flaunting it about or whatever, but I produced five pages of writing that isn't exactly eye-bleeding stuff. Or ear-bleeding, because I'm going to be saying it. Well, actually, I can't promise that! We'll see tomorrow. If we can get away without an ambulance, than I think we'll be ok.

Oh my gosh, that reminds me of this story I heard in my sister's child psychology class... ha ha ha ha!!! IT WAS SO FUNNY, just how he SAID it...

So, he says he's sitting in church one day, and after a hymn, he looks back at grumpy Uncle Bill or whoever, and he's FREAKING DEAD. Right in the middle of church, perched in his pew. So, the call 911, and they're able reassesitate him or whatever- get his heart going, and he comes on back and is alive again. Only, Uncle Bill isn't too happy. Actually, he's pretty pissed off- he's mad that they had the nerve to bring him back and not just let him die and get away from them all!

I don't know, I just thought that was funny. I think he ended up living for like 7 more months before dying a second time- and they knew not to get the heart shockery things.

MAN, my neck hurts like none other...