on dying friendless and alone

This is my worst fear.

I can't help but wonder though--how was the TV still on? Who was paying the electric bill?

random

At last, an alarm clock for compulsive snoozers like me. (I wonder how much time I've lost to the snooze button over the course of my lifetime. Probably a lot.)

Apparently a duck's quack doesn't echo...and nobody knows why.

They say in law school, your first year they scare you to death, your second year they work you to death, and your third year they bore you to death. So far this appears to be true. I don't even have time to watch Conan anymore. It's a tough life I lead....