Last night, while stepping out of bed, the toenail on my right big toe slashed across the back of my left leg (behind the knee), giving me a five-inch gash that hurts when I extend my leg. That must be the wackiest self-inflicted injury I've had since accidentally giving myself a blue mole on my right leg in high school (one that I still have today).
i sincerely do not know what you are doing here. are you lost? were you
looking for your delicate calico cat, and did you follow her up two flights of stairs
to this room? she is not here. she was here, yes. we gave her a warm bowl of milk, we talked with her about campaign finance reform for a time, and then she bid us good day. i believe she was
going to the post office two blocks down, but i don't quite recall.
for surely you did
not find your way from prinsiana, the least traveled site on
the internet. if you did, though, perhaps you are looking for humor. perhaps you are looking for profundity. perhaps you are looking for answers.
i'm sorry, but you shall go naught-for-three.
