Some days I wish that back on that day in April (All of you are probably thinking I'm referring to the day 'Quivers' asked me out right? Well I'm not so read on.) The day I'm referring to is when the Jeep crashed into the front door at work and I moved out of the way and the glass missed me by a couple of inches. Some days I wish that I didn't move, and just stood there and let the glass hit me, and that I've been in a coma and all of this has been a dream.