Fuggin Tired.

Because I cannot let the broken clavicle out of my sight for two seconds for fear of lung puncture, because I'm feeling a little bit like the universe is conspiring to destroy me, because my hair looks like it's been doused in motor oil, and because I pseudo-slept with a horizontal midget's feet on my face all night, I am going to direct you elsewhere for your blogging enjoyment today. If you've got a few hours to kill and need some laughs, go check out the hilarious ladies of Go Fug Yourself, because fugly is the new pretty.

Despite my cynicism....Happy Friday!