If I have stuff to write, then why don't I just write it for me?
The Harry Morgan train has officially pulled into the M*A*S*H station.
Me: "I can't watch seven seasons of M*A*S*H! I won't have any time! I won't have any focus! I won't have any retinas!"
spatch: "You don't have to watch seven seasons of M*A*S*H!"
Me: "But I'm going to run out of film noir!"
(Topper: it's eight seasons, counting inclusively.)
Me: "I never had this problem with Van Heflin!"
Me: "I can't watch seven seasons of M*A*S*H! I won't have any time! I won't have any focus! I won't have any retinas!"
Me: "But I'm going to run out of film noir!"
(Topper: it's eight seasons, counting inclusively.)
Me: "I never had this problem with Van Heflin!"

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I am still acclimating to the quarter-century time jump which always goes the other way for