The Bloody Doors Off

I don’t have news.

Nope.

None.

Why are you looking at me like that?

I’m serious.

There’s nothing to tell.

If I had something to say, it’d be written down here.

That’s how this goes.

But I have no news to tell.

You’re not gonna care that I’m waiting on a call back from the dentist.

My bottom dentures won’t come out.

I’ve googled it. Tried wiggling side to side.

No luck.

That’s not news.

I’m sure everyone who wears a bottom plate needed them adjusted.

Sucks that it’s Friday, which means I won’t hear until tomorrow.

And I need to see my GP next week, for a rash on my feet.

Isn’t this all lovely to hear?

Yet this is not news.

Nope, this ain’t it.

Damn, I almost had it.

The dentures.

Not news.

FINALLY.

A long-ass half-hour.