The End is Near

Yesterday, I witnessed a sign of the apocolypse. That's right folks, the end is near. Wal*Mart in Branson does not carry black fingernail polish. You can imagine my disappointment when going through the cosmetics to find nothing but pink, red, and brown nail polish. One a lighter note, the neurosurgeon examined all of my tests today and, brace yourself, he found nothing that should cause such problems. I have faith that you caught my sarcasm. His nurse relayed the message, but the neurosurgeon is supposed to be calling himself to speak with Doc later on. For the most part, he said he didn't know. I have decided we should start a club for those of us who lack the answers. We could meet on Thursday afternoons, drink tea, eat crumpets, and exchange sob stories of our ignorance. For now, we will patiently anticipate any signs of improvement with the treatment I am currently undergoing. My allergies are acting up today, and for anyone who's ever heard me sneeze, they know it's not exactly pleasant. When I sneeze, it is exceedingly high in volume. It's awful. Well, I suppose that is all I have to say for the time being. I will keep you all updated on what's going on. Until we meet again, my friend... May God hold you in the palm of His hand. Goodbye.