It’s 2:15 in the morning and I am lying in bed looking at the ceiling unable to sleep because something is bothering me. Not world peace, starving people, politics, the nuclear clock. No. None of that.
What is keeping me awake is what exactly was the Swedish chef saying on the muppets? WTF did bork, bork, bork mean?
There are days when I feel like my whole existence is a parody of a Marc Maron podcast.