I woke up last night to the sound of thunder. How far off I sat and wondered. Started humming a song from 1962.
Ain't it funny how the night moves?
No one laughed? Damn that lying Bob segar bastard.
I write down the thoughts I have during the day on a notepad. Then transcribe them in a more coherent form in this blog.
I got in an accident this weekend, now I have scissors for a hand. And what's worse is it's not even cool like Edward scissor hands. I just got the handle end. I can still open it, but not as useful. And even way less useful than a real hand.
the good side of the scissors where I could do some cutting. It's the handle end. And what's even worse? Right handed scissors, which you would think would be good for a right hand, but not if