Tuesday, November 18, 2003
I just envision someone wanting desperately to punch me in the face right now. They're sending out their desires over telepathic conduits and it's working. So far today, I've fallen on the sidewalk and landed on my back, I've fallen down the stairs and landed on my ass and hit my funny bone on the bottom stair, my enormous Alberta Health bill arrived today and I refuse to open it, my throat is sore, and Jay'z just quit hip hop.
