Seven is the number of days in a row I've made my bed. Give me a prize. Maybe it is a resolution afterall. I may have to re-think my 'no resolution thing' and also resolve to cut back on lying and stealing. Maybe.
Seven is also the answer to a question my ex-friend Jennifer asked me when we met in French 101: 'Do you know how many people die each year inside refrigerators?' It was a weird way to introduce herself.
The next day when I saw Jennifer in class again (because French class was five days a week) she asked, 'Do you know how many people die each year from pencil stab wounds?' Yeah, seven again.
Jennifer and I, we're not friends anymore. After ten years she just stopped talking to me, a very unfriendly thing for a friend to do