To Call New York's Traffic At Holiday

I Have A Disturbing Problem With Losing Things. My Vulnerability To Loss-distress Could Properly Be Labeled Not Only Inordinate, But Neurotic.

Obviously Those Who Burn To Be Professional Jesters Mean That They Want To Be Successful Comedians. And Those Are Always An Elite, Microscopic Portion Of The Population. But Oh, How They Try.

Electronic Devices Dislike Me. There Is Never A Day When Something Isn't Ailing.

Comedians Are Sometimes Resentful Of Their Writers. Probably Because It's Hard For Giant Egos To Admit You Need Anyone But Yourself To Be What You Are.

I Find Most 'sacred Music' Pretty Dismal.