If it's me reading the signs...

You like that reference to Silver Linings?

Well, if it's me reading the signs, someone is trying to tell me something, and it's not looking pretty.

I almost got myself in a really bad wreck (thanks to icy roads) while driving to work Wednesday morning, I fell in the shower tonight and hurt myself pretty badly, and I'm losing a toenail.

So it looks like I'm an 80 year old in a 23-year-old's body. Seriously. It's not good.

Oh, and I can't sleep, either. Ever.

I'm just going to blame it on it being January. February is tomorrow, and that's even closer to summer, warm weather, and me getting my frail bones off the couch and exercising because it won't be -3 degrees outside.

On a completely different note, "Lullaby" by Shawn Mullins is such a good song - "She's seen her share of devils in this angel town." I think I would love it for that line alone. I'm also starting South of Broad by Pat Conroy but should probably hold off until the sun is shining or something. It's pretty dense and emotionally heavy for long winter nights.

I was pleasantly surprised by The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time, though. It's brilliant. When I saw it being compared to The Catcher in the Rye and The Perks of Being a Wallflower, I was hesitant to read it. Both those books are so well-written, but they're depressing as hell. Thankfully, Curious Incident ended on a much better note and easily became one of my all-time favorites. It also got me out of my reading-sad-books rut. I wasn't doing it on purpose, but I'm glad that broke it up a little.

I also just bought "I Cry" by Flo Rida last weekend. What can I say? I'm an 80-year-old gangsta.