I ran into Tim Thomas while at the hospital. God I hate him, last year at the Chamber of Commerce's annual spring gala he kicked a soccer ball and it hit me in the head, breaking my rimless cartier titanium sunglasses. So I punched him in his stupid nose. And ran out to my car.

I dropped a pencil and it stabbed me in the foot! Off to the hospital >:(

What a drab weekend! Other than my tea luncheon with a local church official at the Regent Exuberant Courtyard Hall, nothing much else has happened. I bought a BMW so I wouldn't be short on cars now that my Mercedes is in the shop, but that has lost its excitement.

Priscillia crashed my blue mercedies into a ditch (again). Luckily I wasn't in the car this time. She's outraged at mercedes-benz, blaming them for purposely making their cars go too fast for their drivers' own good.

I've started a bit of a web log this eve to publicize all the exciting details of my illustrious existance