I know this with confidence that I am a nice person with a good heart, unless you step on my toes. I
am smart, and I work hard. However, my brain is dying. How do I know
this? Because I don't remember things well any more. In fact, I have
learned a very important thing in life: do not ever argue about anything
with a person over 50. Why? Because I know I don't remember what I ate
for dinner last night (except in this case, I do remember what I ate last night,
because the sweet corns caused me another heart-burnt). So what is the point for friends to argue about what said what before now?
Why am I writing this? This is because I don't know if I will quit blogging before my brain makes me do stupid things like saying mean things to you, my friends.