The definition of bad karma.

My purse got stolen on Friday night. It's not so much the actual purse that concerns me- it's everything in it. Everything in it consists of pretty much my entire life. *Consisted. It has truly been the hassle of the century.

All in all, I managed to have a great weekend.

I'm just an excited gal these days. I'm excited about the show on Wednesday. I'm excited about this coming weekend. I'm excited about my possible trip to London this summer. And I'm excited about sleep tonight.



Excitement.

And damn. I really hate "Everybody Loves Raymond." Even more than Monday's.