December 12, 2004
I had big plans this day but they all fell through. I'd planned on skydiving but after I made reservations, drove 115 miles to Louisa, Virginia, and waited three hours it turned out their tandem instructor had disappeared. He was last seen being dragged away by a 130 pound lobster. I didn't ask any questions...I just backed away slowly and tripped over a log like a hot girl in a teen horror movie.
So I ended up back where I belonged...with my best friend, Gizmo. It wasn't so bad I guess...by not jumping I saved $309 which I could use to up my bid on that grilled cheese sandwich with the image of the Virgin Mary.