Cavutto and JoeD
I'm totally at home laid up, can't walk, feel like a gimp, my ankle is still swollen and I think i scared my little sister's with my freakish limb, and you know what was gonna make my day? Reading JoeD and Cavutto's blogs. Yet, Cavutto and JoeD have been strangely absent. Lame. Maybe Cavutto is still scared 'cause of his crazy dreams. Maybe JoeD is finding me some magic olfactory-assaulting ointments. I'm bored. I can't watch anymore tv. I can't do laundry. I was just eating toast, but I burnt it too much so it wasn't as good as the Gold Roc. I need to shower, but I'm sure i will slip while hopping on the wet marble and crack my ass on the floor and die some horrible humiliating swollen sprained ankle naked sudsy shower death.