People,

I think knocking the toilet over was a bad idea (Ed. Note - see friday's entry).

Ever since then everything I touch or have gotten involved with has broken. Seriously. Don't believe me?

- I thought it would be neat to hook up my air conditioner, which has never ever had a problem. Broken. Just a frigging fan now. WTF?

- I turned on my computer and it said "Cannot read Captain Handsome's Profile." Yes, I know it's perhaps a little silly and vain to call myself Captain Handsome on my computer, but that doesn't mean the bastard shouldn't work. Now, for all of you not in the computer know, "Cannot read the profile" translates to "Dude, I'm wicked sorry, but I got a wire crossed and well, I had to erase EVERYTHING. Again, sorry. You want me to pester you to download a bunch of Microsoft stuff you don't need? Cool."

- During rehearsal I broke a string. No problem, I put another one on. Broke it. No problem, I put another one on. Broke it. No problem, I put another one on. Broke it, end of rehearsal.

- My beautiful wonderful wicked awesome four track broke.

- Upon recharging, my Palm Pilot's entire memory was erased. All my addresses and phone numbers for friends and admirers gone in a single melancholic flash. Now, I know that it probably won't be that hard to get these three phone numbers again, but it's still annoying.

I mean, I was so annoyed by last night that I gave up and just sat down and watched some TV. The TV actually worked and I was grateful, especially when Mullholland Drive came on. And yes, to answer the burning question in your mind, after a certain scene I did think about it, but with all the breaking it just seemed too risky and so I just hit the sack...