Remember a few years ago, we were in Jerry's apartment? I think it was a Tuesday night? Maybe 9ish? And George was there? He had just been dumped.
He was freaking out because the woman who broke up with him - her name escapes me - said - "It's not you, it's me".
"Don't give ME 'It's not you, it's me!'" George railed, "I INVENTED 'It's not you, it's me." Then Kramer came over, stole some food and we all went to the diner. Is this ringing a bell?
Well, you know how you've been trying to become a Follower of this blog, and it hasn't been working?
You thought maybe you were doing something wrong?
As it turns out, it's not you, it's me.
(Will let you know when I fix the problem).