Sunday.

So far today, I've done almost nothing - and nothing has been everything I thought it could be. I was due for a day of nothing.

Woke up this morning thinking about my feet, which feature something my dad calls "The Gage Toes" - crooked toes run in his mother's (Gage) family. This thought led me to think about some of the other odd features I possess, like my fake teeth. And the six inch scar on my stomach. And the little "+" on my hand where I stabbed myself with a philips screwdriver when I was 17. And the three inch scar on my head that you can only see when my hair is super short.

Not sure why I started thinking about this. Maybe it was something to do with the backache I wake up with every morning if I sleep more than 7 hours.

On another note, I still don't know what I'm doing with this NaBloPoMo thing. Sure, I can post more fluffy, pointless stuff like this for the rest of the month. I don't want to do that. I want it to be something more.