I cannot, for the life of me, go see either David Wilcox or Kim Mitchell in concert.

Every time I try, something comes up. Most recently, I tried to go see Kim Mitchell, and he had a heart attack before the show and had to cancel.

The strangest thing is that they’re both Canadian acts, and I live in one of the biggest cities in Canada, so its not like they only come around once every five or ten years. Its become like a yearly occurence of finding out why I wont see them this time lol.

I’m not. I’m a eudaemoniac, blessed by God with beauty, health, luck, and a physical inability to feel regret.

Dice hate me. It doesn’t matter the context, if I need to roll, it’s gonna go poorly for me.

I’m clumsy. The more care I take over over lifting food to my mouth, the more likely it is to go on my shirt. And I’ve injured my wife twice while trying to be cute and loving.