He might have lived to 60 if he'd spent more time in the gym.
My laptop is driving me nuts again, and I’m depressed because I couldn’t wash the truck or go buy a cheeseburger, so I’m going to go lie down and watch TV and otherwise occupy myself so I don’t have to think. My daughter was going to come over but she “forgot.” Which happens a lot.
Some things are just not worth thinking about.
So I will mentally tear my hair out and scream. Not necessarily in that order.
(A glass of Pink Drink would help, but oh well.)