"Max," she said as I was jamming my nose up her left nostril, "you obviously feel like your old self again. And I'm not sure that's a good thing."
Well, bite me, old lady.
"You talk all night long..."
"...you spend an awful lot of time on my lap..."
What of it?
"...and you're downright rude about it."
Yeah? And your point is...?
"You're acting more and more like you did when we lived in Ohio. Like you feel really good now."
And that's a bad thing?
"I'm glad you're back to normal, but damn...shut up once in a while!"
From 1 p.m. to 4:30 p.m., while I nap, I shall be quiet.
If you want quiet sleep, I suggest you be in bed then, because come 2 a.m., I'm singing my little heart out.