I just saw the Zen of Garry Shandling and I am realizing I have fallen behind by 29 years. I have to write daily again and about anything. The only problem is I cut my thumb on a pineapple slicer and have an awkward band-aid covering up the sliced digit so typing is proving rather difficult. Maybe I should delay my writing for another day. Afterall, if this is the crap that I am writing maybe the world might be better off waiting for me to be fully recovered rather than maybe suffering from tetanus madness. I am feeling a little light-headed from the loss of blood and my glasses are upstairs so my comfort level is really not conducive for writing. Whatever I may decide to do it is better than this.