I can't describe my pain

Today, while enjoying a fine cuisine at a local fast food chain, I was attacked. No real harm was put on me but I will always be forced to remember. My favorite shirt was ruined in the assault on my form. I was drenched in ketchup in a similar fashion to that of an old lynch mob pouring tar on a black man. The shirt, a long sleeve, silk shirt was destroyed. I planned to wear it on the day I became engaged to my lucky woman, if I ever find her that is..

Anyways, my attacker was a husky man, 'bout 5'4. The idea of him brings that rare smile to my face but the image is corrupt, my shirt is lost.

My life, it seems, is like a poetic tragedy.

It's raining.

Sorry for the short update, but I've been depressed. I didn't feel like going outside today. I remembered that it was raining on that day too.

The day the music died.

I've made a friend!

Today, while walking along the mostly abandoned peer, I met a man. He had a wrench in his hand and a hat on his head. A nice fellow I must say. He told me his job and I told him mine. Apparently he fixes the amusement rides and does inspections around the makeshift carnival on the wooden planks.

This is going places.

Lost Season 4

Lately my life has been lacking something. At first I thought it was spice, but I've checked the cupboards and there's plenty of paprika.

I'm sorry for that, I just like to lighten the mood. Today is a good day. Is anyone else excited for the new season of Lost? I haven't been able to sleep. I've been pacing for about an hour now, and even when I dream I've been dreaming of islands. I just hope this season is more realistic. I've been stranded before, though, so I guess I notice the inconsistencies more.