Life or Something Like It Page #8

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which means it's Friday,

which means

while you're not exactly

conversational right now,

you--

you are technically

and legally

and otherwise still alive.

Hmm.

It's still Thursday in Seattle.

Hey.

Welcome back.

How you feelin'?

Great.

Look, I don't want

the opportunity

to pass me by again,

so I probably should've

told you this

a long time ago,

but I've loved you since

the first day I met you.

Define love.

Lanie, I want to spend the rest

of my life with you.

Hmm.

Mm.

Wow.

All 4 minutes.

Yeah, well,

I'll take what I can get.

Heh.

I love you.

Mm.

Mm.

You feelin' a little

better there, huh?

Heh.

I should've tried kissing you

a long time ago, I guess.

Yeah, well, you're an idiot.

Is that you talkin',

or is that the morphine talkin'?

Heh. You're very cute.

You're lucky I love you.

You're not gonna die on me.

Come on, promise me that.

Hi, you've reached Lanie,

Pete, and Tommy.

Leave a message at the beep. Thanks.

Lanie, Pete, hey, it's Dennis.

Look, I know it's your day off.

I know you hate to work

on your day off,

but I really need

your help on a story.

Give me a call

when you get the message.

And now batting,

Cal Cooper!

Yeah!

Whoo!

Oh, my God! Cal!

Someone once said "Live every day

"as if it were your last

because one of these days,

it will be."

Jack was right.

A part of me did die

that day.

The part of me that didn't

know how to live.

What will the future bring?

Jack knows,

but any conversations

I have with him,

I make sure he only talks

about sports and weather.

I told you I'd catch it.

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