If you’re ever given a choice of diseases, just say “no” to diabetes.

Me again. It’s 4 a.m., and I’ve got another whine list — just like last night (see post) — except this time my blood sugar is fine and the electric shocks have moved to my left ankle. I took a pain reliever (Wal-Mart’s version of arthritis-strength Tylenol) and as soon as I’m feeling a little less miserable I’ll move my carcass to the chaise in the family room, where I can sleep without any pressure on my feet. Neuropathy sucks, people. If you’re ever given a choice of diseases, JUST SAY “NO” TO DIABETES.

From our Asian News Desk comes a story from Japan, where their pop culture-obsessed youth are trending towards the Führer and a line of “Nazi chic” clothing and accessories. Enter Ronald McHitler, the Ronald McDonald knockoff complete with mustache and a stiff-arm salute “because he’s cute and looks really funny.” Apparently McHitler is the new Hello Kitty, but the concept is so mind-numbingly repulsive I almost can’t type this paragraph. Holy crap.

I need sleep. Please send some as soon as possible if you’ve got any to spare. Thank you.