About six weeks, ago Dr. S. promised that in another month or so we could talk about a little magic pill. The time came and left and instead of a new prescription I got another book on how to achieve enlightenment. It goes like this: A young monk asks his master, Master, what can you tell me about enlightenment? Master says, Have you eaten? Yes, master, says the young monk. Then wash your bowl!
I have tons of dishes to wash and sheets to put on the bed and dinner to make, but I would rather have a little magic pill. Or my stomach stapled.
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