...8...9...OUT
Well, well, well. It's been too silent for too long a time. Murphy apparently had had enough time to plan his revenge. The result was not only my stairs-accident, no, tonight he struck again. This time, it was a car accident including 60km/h, iced-over snow and the only tree in miles. Oh, and me in the car of course.
Fucking January. Good thing tomorrow's the last day of it.


P.S: I'm fine, but I'm fucking pissed off.