Sunday, October 28, 2007 turns on one...or nickel, or whatever.

So, one day, I bicycle to work, get a flat, and get laid-off.

And then, after having a few really fun days, I blew out my knee (again) and think, the Universe is telling me: No bets, nothing safe, nothing fun, but everything is good.

I have everything and should just shut the fuck up.

(Yikes...enough with the navel-gazing!)

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