I dropped a bowling ball on my foot. I lost. I swear to God, next time, we are going to the zoo or something.
I want to write a poem, but I am not sure what to write about. And I don't really feel like leaving my house looking for my muse, because it is allergy season and my nose is a little stuffed up at the moment, making it a tish difficult to breath. I blame my pitiful bowling game on my nose. And physics. Physics hates me.
But nevertheless, I am happy. Well, maybe happy isn't a good word for it....umm...contentment, yeah, that's better. I am content. I was talking to Anthony today on MSN and I realized I was quite stupid a little while ago, actually, quite a while ago, but that now I can see cleary all the faults and things I don't like which I will be sure to avoid in future. I will speak to Anthony more on the matter later.
Well, it has been a pretty good day, I suppose. Could have been worse.
My foot hurts.