No time to talk - I must clear off my box spring for the piles of money that I will soon use as a mattress. For you see, in the eyes of cable TV subscribers everywhere, I will, no doubt, presently become like unto a star. A distant and tiny dim star, to be sure, but somewhere in the flooded galaxy of digital media, I will have arrived.
Where do I pick up my baggage, I wonder?
Also, I have a used mattress which I will let go for $300,000 OBO.
Happy Birthday, Mom.
I hold you partly responsible for all this.