Yeah, this is my lame participation entry. Anne won anyhow.

[roadrunnertwice]

So when I woke up under a bridge on the Greenway this morning—bleeding, soaked in jet fuel, missing my wallet and most of my hair, and with no trace left of the five halogen lamps I'd left the apartment with the night before—I thought to myself, "maybe this isn't the woman I'm going to marry someday." And then I went and got a breakfast burrito and some methadone, because damn.