I am about to go live on the air in San Diego and read a letter in support of the Helen Woodward telethon. It’s not the same letter as the last one, it’s a different letter. My emotions are already on overload from the blogathon so you can trust me that any sort of teariness will be genuine. It’s easy to get me going. Which is why I am grateful I never had brothers growing up.
So hopefully I can make it through the entire thing this time, and not make a total idiot of myself in front of Diane Keaton. But if I do, that’s OK.