You need 8 hrs of sleep. You need a balanced

You need 8 hrs of sleep. You need a balanced diet. You need a diversified portfolio. But what you don't need is.

..is... I looked into his blue eyes. Unsure how to continue, I began ad-libbing: (1) the orangish makeup, (2) the combover, (3) Twitter, (4) a wall (I coughed nervously), um, (5)

the idiotic way you purse your lips and snort, (6) those hideously long ties. (7) how you treat women..."Wait!" he interrupted, what's wrong with my ties? I thought you liked my

ties, especially the one with sombreros on it. It always makes you smile". She grimaced and turned away, She pulled a suitcase from the wardrobe, then began to pile clothes in it

It was not her suitcase and it was not her clothes that she piled into it. She handed it to him. "Now take your sombreros and leave." He was so shocked that the little paper umbre

fell out of his margarita. "I'll have you know those things are expensive and so very stylish,you know" and then he

took a sip with a toss of his hair. He didn't even notice. "But I suppose something like that would be meaningless to you, wouldn't it?" he said, with an icy bite to his words.

"No," I replied leaning in. "But seriously, what kind of breath mints do you use? Your icy breath be bangin'." He held out winter's breath mints. I wondered if taking it would seal

My bloody nose. Of course winter can be a roller coaster ride if you have SAD. The nose knows better than anyone else. It worked. I felt like skiing.

But a live highway to hell was out of the question. So I had Situational Awareness Disorder (SAD). That did not bother me as much as never knowing what was going on. I was sad.