My weekend continued to be a miserable experience. On Saturday, Tiger Woods got a hole in one on the 16th hole of the Phoenix Open. I watched it live on TV, and, to celebrate, rolled over on my stomach. The only time I left my room was to visit a friend of mine down the hall who was reading tarot cards. Blood symbolizes the final result of an epoch of extreme suffering and pain.
Snow falls from a black sky, indicating a bleak and hopeless day.
I didn't need to be told twice. I went back to my room and hid until Monday. The Rice Death Fever had claimed another victim. Tomorrow morning, I'm applying to get a new roommate who isn't from Arizona. The Rice Thresher.