Today was really one of those days. Because I tore muscle in my calf, I'm kind of a gimp. Things get very bad at night when nature calls, as in I can't really get out of bed, so today I went and bought myself a mother fucking walker. My dears, you haven't begun to live until you've done this.
Even though I don't believe in God, some deity at St.Vincent de Paul decided to throw me a bone and led me to a Russel Wright clock for $4.00. Sweet.
