Tonight was pretty much the most successful night of my life. I attempted a workout, but failed at it. So I decided to take my mountain bike over to the park. I crashed on the way out of my yard because I had a flat tire. So I came inside and made myself some friendship bracelets. Lee called, asked what I did tonight and I told him. He said "well, at least you're not a loser."
But, I'm not. My workout may have been an epic fail, and I may have crashed my bicycle in my own yard, but at least my wrist proves just how popular I am.