More Kotooshu

Yesterday, Kotooshu went down for the count. Skylar says I am jinxing our favorite sumo wrestler. Whenever I watch him compete, he loses. If I miss his 3 minutes on television, he wins. I made the great mistake yesterday of lingering at home just long enough to watch him take on his arch rival, Toyonoshima. The latter twirled and tossed our favorite Bulgarian down into the dohyo in what the sumo pundits described as a "perfectly timed beltless arm throw." Is it too late for Kotooshu to turn things around? The Japanese press is mad at him and likes to remind everyone that as a little boy, Kotooshu had a powder puff predilection for baking (and eating?) too many caramel filled cakes. So what is he in 2008? A wimpy caramel cake baker? Or a powerful wannabee Yokozuna? I will shun the TV today and keep my fingers crossed for his fourth match.

Last night I had a dream: I was pinned down by a 340lb Bulgarian caramel cake and could not move. Skylar says I really need to stop watching so much television.