I saw that on a tee shirt and I wanted it. I did find one online and I would buy it, too, if I had not had to blow today a big chunk of what little cash I do have dodging jail for at least another week. Hopefully. But that's neither here nor there. Parenthetical commentary. The reason I want the shirt is because I do! Seriously. Not want the shirt, but talk to myself, I mean. Out loud. Yep. And sometimes even in public places. Admittedly quite an embarrassing disorder. Living alone for many years does strange things to one's psyche, though. I don't even know when it began that thoughts that were once kept in cranial check started leaking out in a verbally incontinent sort of way. To be honest, it is rather disturbing. Kind of like when you get you get old and pee a little bit when you laugh or sneeze. That's what they said happens on Oprah today. Fortunately I haven't gotten to that point yet. Sphincters still fully functional, praise the Lord. Fingers and legs cr...