I was born. One day, perhaps today, perhaps tomorrow, or perhaps after one-thousand-three years, I will die.

Between my birth and my death...I don't know. Shrugs. Can't remember. I am absent-minded, forgetful, senile...

What was I saying?

And some people believe that I am crazy. Rolls eyes. Pffttt...Nah...

Thank you. Have a nice day. Please visit again.

And please don't run with scissors.