Edgar Allan Poe takes on Mr. Potato Head on the gridiron, but nothing he does seems to work. In Edgar's defense though, Mr. Potato Head is dressed up like Tim Tebow!
Edgar Allan Poe got his meds straightened out at the cardiologist. Hopefully he'll be feeling better soon. My blood pressure got down to 85/62 (standing) but his was was even lower.
Have you ever been unwillingly thrust into the limelight? Edgar is tired of me disturbing his slumber constantly. He much prefers to hide out in the dark somewhere and write, but I am enjoying forcing him to try and get out and enjoy life a little bit.