Tomorrow, I'm hiding in my apartment with the blinds drawn and I'm NOT coming out. We're talking full-on hermit crab. I'm going to be crabby. I'll have crabs. ...wait, not the last one.
So if anyone wants to hang out with me today and hopefully break my world-ending birthday curse, I'm all for it. Fair warning though, if you hang with me, and you're celebrating my birthday, your chances of dying horribly or being maimed or traumatized go way way way up. So if anyone asks, we're celebrating MLK Day, who if you ask me needs to be celebrated after all these #alllivesmatter buttheads started speaking up.
Any takers? (Jackson, you're not getting out of this one, so don't try.)