I wish you a tolerable Thursday. That's all any of us can hope for.
I had a migraine for about seven or eight straight days, and I was unable to sleep most nights.
Orphans, dead parents, lonely children at Christmas, morose spoken word recordings, everything you love about the holidays. Move the turkey over so you can fit your head in the oven.
I'd like to run for office someday, but I'm afraid my ability to spell might give me an unfair advantage.
I can wholeheartedly apologize for not being at all sorry. And it really is the least I can do.