Good night, Irene!

Forgive the Cheyenne Mountain, and TV dinner brownie rants.

I thought I was going to die, so I had to get those off my chest.

They needed to be blurted out in what where to be my last moments, and they were of equal importance.

Well, in hindsight, I don't take 'em back, so ner.

As for Irene, nice try, but Gloria was a scarier nemesis.

So, here's a memorial to Gloria, and 1986 in general.



Mmm, Branigan...*cartoon hearts float over head*