Robert de Niro marriage as good as offered me.

My fucking hand hurts.

I had this dream as a week ago was guy casino which caught cheating by Robert Di Niro and smashed my hand? You know? Robert got all naughty, but it's another dream.

Anyway, the point is, since since my hand almost useless. I literally sob pain only now open my laptop. I cried a little when washing my hair. And here-where is horrifying indeed-could not open my bottle of wine. I had to sit on my hands to stop myself from bashing bottleneck on the counter (again) to break it open but then two things happened. 1.) I felt like maybe had time to assess how many fucking wine drinking lately, and 2.) I accidentally broken hand my good rendering counter hands wounded, almost useless. I write this with one of those deals where rhythmically breathing into the Magic tube and interprets what computer correspond to the letters which blows. Or something.

So the way I see it, one of two things happened during my little dream sequence.

I am one.) Sleep walked into the garage and beat the shit out of my own beautifully with the ball ?????????? fetish or b.) Robert de Niro really punish me for cheating first by smashing my hand but then smashing my ...

Well. You know.

Either way. Dignity demands that he marry me now.

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