Hello! You well? I hope so; well and happy. I myself am not so happy. I just found out that one of my doctors has been fired due to allegations of sexual misconduct, assault and harassment, which were confirmed after an independent investigation. He has been relieved of all duties, including the CFS research he was conducting.
The clinic will continue on, although it remains to be seen if another doctor will be brought in to assist the second doctor already there. I hope patient care is not compromised, and that the important research can move forward regardless.
So, for a palate-cleanser, so to speak, let's take a deep breath and turn our attention to some more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, revise the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.
This week's song, by Marshall Crenshaw, is his 1982 Top 40 hit "Someday, Someway" (Marshall, Marshall -- that is not how to spell it correctly, tsk) (listen to song here). Enjoy.
We Offer Products During Your Life
if I divide him?
So, to what? He said,
Come with me.
How to do it?
The third voyage, according to my father.
We offer products
during your life.
It is a little thin, long time.
Slightly longer format.
Then you're welcome to it.
Maybe the truth.