I also just opened a kitchen cabinet door and had a shot glass fall out into the sink and hit a mug there and smash into lots of little pieces, but if a flying splinter had nicked my jugular and I were lying on my kitchen floor slowly bleeding to death, I’d still be happy, because I just saw Eddie Izzard.
(Eddie, baby, if you don’t remember where to send the check, my address is linked from my userinfo.)
