well I imagine you, Enyalus, struggling to speak over the hacking cough you've developed from nearly 60 years of chain smoking.
You can smoke through the air-hole in your neck and are an obese samoan gentleman, although at one time you were in peak condition. You were a two-time winner of a marathon who tried several times to move into an iron-man event but never really had it in you, so you turned to food to pass the time. You have one child, a daughter, who struggles financially to support her own extended family, which includes her husband's parents, aunts, uncles, cousins, and siblings, but not his sister. She can't stand her. You haven't got any biological grandchildren, but they are *trying*. The couple has been to a fertility clinic twice in the past 18 months. (Their visits show up on their health insurance bill, which you pay for them, along with all their other insurance bills, except, strangely, for Ted(your son in law)'s subscription to National Geographic and cell phone bill.)
They have only visited once since their marriage, nearly four years ago. The estrangement was particularly bitter, but you are determined to keep yourself in their lives. Sometimes, between packs, you pause and wonder how you could let Irma divorce you without a fight. You sigh, reach for your poking stick, and turn the volume knob on your decades-old TV set, hoping to find oblivion, if not peace, in the comedic stylings of Steve Martin.
You detest Steve Martin, but the laughtrack drowns out the silence.
That's always a plus. I took an Incomplete in one of my classes and was going to write the report later...but the books I checked out are due back on Monday, so I need to take good notes and knock that out pretty quickly, myself.
Just be sure to wake up before 2 EST so you can watch the US kick Ghana's ass.