In one of the Seinfeld episodes, George can't stop singing, "Master of the House" from
Les Miserables and Jerry cautions him by explaining that the composer Schuman went mad from obsessing over one note. Well, I think I'm obsessed with the show itself.
Everything that happens in my life has already occurred in a Seinfeld episode - albeit, much funnier. My speech cadence is affected by the New York, slightly Jewish rhythms of George and Jerry. My outbursts resemble the manic antics of Kramer - even my approbations ring with lines like, "That's gold, Jerry. Gold!"
There are worse afflictions, I'm sure, but I fear people are starting to tire of my constant Seinfeldian references. I'm not sure why I'm posting this, other than to check the display properties of my first blog. Maybe it's because without some inspiration, "I'm speechless! I have no speech."
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