The Events of My Day: Friday, November the Eighteenth, Two Thousand and Five
What a day, what a day.
- The Biting Cold nibbled on my zombified corpse for almost a mile.
- I lay twixt sleep and wake for almost an hour.
- Our surrogate movement class changed my life for almost an hour.
- I tried to hail a cab for almost forever.
- And I appeared in a play for almost not at all.
