I Need A Psychic Friend And Here Are Three Reasons Why

Since Blogger was down, I couldn’t post this last night, but here it is anyway:
1. I've said it before and I'll say it again: I wish I could read minds. Like right this minute.
2. After dinner at India Oven, where the company and the food were equally good, I boxed up my leftovers. I then proceeded to leave them at the restaurant like a jackass. Way to go.
3. I worry about things I can't do anything about and it's frustrating as hell. 'Nuff said.