Today I decided I was going to be productive and funny. Not necessarily in that order but hey, I was willing to wing it.

That was before I fell down the stairs. That's right, step number 5 (counting from the bottom) tried to kill me.

I then accidentally stood too close and opened the fridge...into myself. I clipped the left side of a very important piece of my anatomy.

After I was done fighting back the tears (I mean err meat, gunfights! and chainsaws!)I then discovered I may just have lost a library book. I go to the library because I can't afford new books all the time. You know, to avoid paying for them and stuff like that.

And then I went back to bed, because when your day starts off like that there really is no point.

I also might have forgotten to be funny OR productive.

That's me. I'm so mad I hate Wookies.





P.S. I so don't hate wookies I was just showing my extreme displease. Chewbacca could eat my firstborn and I'd still hang out in cantinas with him.