It’s gonna be alright.
“You tell me it’s the institution, Well, you better free your mind instead”
Too much crap, hate, and loud mouth a**holes littering this world.
Where’s kindness, acceptance and love?
That’s all I want. Love.
It’s gonna be alright. I believe. I’m gonna keep believing.
Keep beating down. I care not.
I’m gonna keep coming back up.
Ah, that song takes me back.
“but when you talk about destruction, don’t you know that you can count me out, in”
One love. Bob Marley.
He was big on revolution, but also a kind caring peaceful man
I first heard that song on the Colbert Christmas Special.
Where Have All the Flowers Gone?
Great song by the King of Reggae. As for being kind and peaceful, not to take anything away from Bob Marley but that comes naturally when you’re perpetually stoned! 
Just keep singing and avoid the Pit, I say.
The song going through my head all day is, “All You Need is Love.” It’s true. Well, that and the occasional 11 Pringles, right?
And this lamp.
The ashtray, this paddle game, and the remote control, and the lamp, and that’s all I need.
You get me Nellie. Thx.
Bayliss appreciates you remembering his Pringle.
I don’t want to keep harping on this, but as a fellow dog, I say Bayliss deserves at least six Pringles! 
Or better yet, the Pringles need to keep coming as long as he keeps hitting the “Treat” button!
I don’t dare make a button saying “Pringles”. He may hold it over my head.
I would NEVER forget Bayliss’s single Pringle.
Nice! 
I’m overnighting in the hospital. Getting a procedure.
Of course I’m being starved more than usual.
Really? Kitchen staff do you think unsalted, no anything but water and cabbage is a recipe? No leaves. Seriously, none. Nada.
What is this? WW2 Poland? I think maybe any broth would’ve been better. Shoe leather not available today? Come on people.
At least I got apple juice. I’ll have to survive on that til luncheon tomorrow. Which, because I’ll be pukey will be something very bland and sparse.
If I do ok and go home I’ll be warned and watched over and only allowed bits and pieces, by Ivy.
Surgeon came in and said what was gonna happen and what the outcome and aftercare would be. I stumbled around and asked what happens if it doesn’t go ok. He said something. To me it seemed like he said “I hope your affairs are in order”
I was told by at least 3 people he never said it.
I was told by others I was exaggerating.
I’ll go to my grave believing he said it. Oh, wait…? I take that back. Not good, beck. Keeping good thoughts. I am.
Optimist that I am.
Then here comes Ivy back from the cafeteria smelling like gravy, or beefy or something.
Think I’ll fire her. IF I live.
Pringles are but a small, distant dream.
A girl can dream.
Pringles with gravy…
Hmmm?
I’ll think about that.
I hope all goes well, Beck, and that you’re back with your menagerie (four-legged and two-legged) in no time.
This 45 was the first record I ever bought. I was eight. I liked the A-side too.
