heartattacked

I broke a toe the other night when I accidentally kicked my brother's skateboard with bare feet in the dark. I never broke anything before, and even though I'm not supposed to touch it, I can't stop playing with it and trying to bend it. The whole idea of a broken digit is just kind of amazing, I guess.

I got out of work early, and I plan to spend my night practicing driving and reading "Still Life with Woodpecker" by Tom Robbins in my room while I listen to The B-52s. I'm off Wednesday and I don't know what to do with myself. And Friday is Tim's gallery opening and I'm ridiculously excited for him.

Question of the Day: Why do guys in my age bracket all go apeshit for barely legal ass?