I Deplore My Shortcomings, But Plan To

Alcohol Postpones Anxiety, Then Multiplies It.

If Everything Had A Label, We Would Live In A Fully Delineated But False World.

The Past Goes Right On Pulling Me Apart, Though I Can Scarcely Remember The People Or The Issues.

Many Gloat Over Their Own Troubles.

Three Meals Plus Bedtime Make Four Sure Blessings A Day.