Thats no moon, thats a space station!

Haven't been on this in a while now have I?

The past month I've had terrible neck and back pain. Nothing incredibly serious, it just put me in a sour mood. You see I strained my upper trapezius muscle due to an action-packed foot chase through the crowded streets of Mumbai in which mysterious armed assassins relentlessly pursued shooting bullets every which way. Turns out it was a mistake in identity and we all had a good laugh, but still, i ended up with a pain in my neck that made the whole right side of my body numb.

Actually the truth about how i strained my neck is a lot more boring, so im not going to tell it.

Anyway. My quarter life crisis. Still going strong. Car died (more on this in another, upcoming blog). House leaked, twice. Snow. No luck with the ladies. Snow. Snow. School. Snow. Neck hogwash. So far 2011 is not proving to be the year of the Twa. But here's a theory:

All my bad luck is jammed into the beginning of the year like so much volleyball. That must mean that the rest of the year is going to be filled with the best of luck right? Yes. Im going to be a Positive Patrick about it all.

Also, I'd just like to add that the supermoon (or perigee syzygy for all you space nerds) we were supposed to have last night wasn't so super. Shame on you, moon. You broke my heart.

                                                               Here's what i wanted.

Here's what i got.

Perigee syzygy my gluteus maximus.