Crafty like a tomato.

A drop of tomato sauce has found its way into the inside of my pants. From the few remaining clues, it would appear as though it originally emanated from the pasta sauce I cooked earlier. Having first traveling to the knuckle of my big toe, it then deposited itself on the inside of my pants when I took them off.  Now that I recall, I did slightly burn my toe while cooking. I shall from here on be using the term, “crafty like a tomato.”

I am currently unable to receive phone calls to my apartment. Apparently, my roommate has up and taken the telephone wire. The phone remains, however there is nothing keeping it in communication with the hole in the wall. I wonder if telephones go insane when they aren’t plugged in. What with having to keep all their thoughts bottled up like that, it can’t be healthy.

I just saw a news headline that read “two people and one Bolivian die in car accident.” Breathe easy friends; the question as to whether or not Bolivians are considered human beings has been answered.