A Horrid Day

Day 155

Okay so it is now 4 am and not only am I quite drunk I have fallen and possibly hurt myself quite horribly. I want to go to sleep but know that if I wake up tomorrow my ankle could feel worse than it does right now and that is a terrifying thought. Also, I may have killed JD Salinger. Well, co-killed, I guess. When I woke up this morning (1:34 pm) I had 5 text messages and 5 facebook messages/emails saying that he had died. When just yesterday a friend and I were telling high school kids what a great writer and weirdo Salinger is, well now, was. He died the same day when we brought him up. I have been asked by a clutch of people not to talk about them because they don't want to die.

Anyway, I am going to bed, my apologizes for copping out on the blog I need to find something to put on my ankle and take some drugs.

-Canadian Castaway