Evidently I really do need to stay at home wrapped in cotton

So I took the dog for a walk. Wearing flip-flops, pratly because I don't want to bother the scab on my heel, and partly cause I that what I usually wear when I walk him.

I'm nearly home, as in I'm in the front yard, when I sort of trip over something and it kind of catches under my flip-flip strap briefly and pokes me. Well I get in the house and get a closer look, there is a big patch of scratched up skin on the top of my foot, and blood, and possibly a splinter, but I can't get close enough to my own foot to actually see for sure.

I quit I really do, I'm just going to lay on my bed and hope the kitten doesn't jump on me and fatally scratch me or something.

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Okay so my roommate is going to be CG's best man. Yes that CG, the one I was briefly involved with in April. He's know this girl like 2 (4) months. We don't know what to think of this.

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So most of the time I can deal with the fact nothing in Dead Zone really relates to the geography of Maine, and then they go and put part of it in the county I live in and then it makes me and my roommate laugh, roll our eyes, and be vaguely annoyed. ( me and my issues. )

Okay back to what I thought of the show itself.( Dead Zone )