Word of the Day: primordial So much has happened this past month that’s made my life all topsy-turvy and confusing. My life might take a complete one-eighty in a few weeks, which we’ll just have to wait for. I stubbed my pinky toe on my right foot Tuesday morning. I think I did more than stub it [JD thinks I jammed or broke something] because not only is the toe mighty swollen, but I have this ginomous bruise that’s about .75 of my foot wide and about .5 of my foot long. It’s pretty funny looking and it’s something to complain about. The only bad thing is that I had to work Thursday and Friday mornings wearing closed-toe shoes, and I don’t think that helped the healing process. It hurts like a moe. On Wednesday JD and I had a movie day. He’s discovering that I’m highly uncultured, and he’s a mind to change that. So we watched Way of the Gun, The Rocky Horror Picture Show, and Donnie Darko. Good movies all, but I liked Donnie Darko the most. It made me actually get out one of my psychology books and start reading it for some reason. It also gave me creepy dreams that night, most of which I don’t remember other than the fact that I had a strange feeling when I woke up. I can’t concentrate on anything. I don’t really have anything to say. Other than Bob Schneider is a god. ‘Literature is the self-interpretation of human beings throughout history.’ Rollo May’s Psychology and the Human Dilemma, xiii.