"I love you, you know. Even when you're 'Angie: The Disaster Version.' "
-Joel, 12:16 a.m.
Today has not been a great day. Nothing too major; just a cacophony of breaking, dropping, spilling, and falling. I can't even try to be funny about it right now. I think I'm just going to pull the covers up over my head and end this day before I accidentally a break a bone or something.
I make Bridget Jones look pulled together on days like this. Right now I feel like I could be the editor-in-chief of, like, Modern Jackass magazine. I am so, so qualified. Pick me, imaginary publication! I win!