The Frumpy Psychic Network
(2013: after 2012, how bad could it be, right? Right? Hello?)
Some time lately, I fell down and hit my head. I’m not sure exactly when it happened, because I hit my head.
Now that, by itself, is hardly news. At my age, I’m clumsier than Inspector Clouseau around a rake. On the Graceful-Meter, I rank somewhere between the Three Stooges and the Four Horseman.
But this time, when I came to, I discovered that all that skull jostling had left me changed in two very dramatic ways:
I could predict the future
I was Secretary of State
Understand – I didn’t want to be Secretary of State; apparently, this is just something that happens to you if you fall down often enough. But there I was, rubbing my head and wearing a frumpy pantsuit.
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