6-Apr-2006

So I'm jogging along this morning, grooving to a little Robbie Williams, when BAM!  That's right.  I ran right into a metal intercom post.  Ow, ow, ow.  Never mind that my arm has swollen to the size of Mongolia; I'm pretty sure there's a tumor growing and feeding right under the gag-worthy bruise I've developed.  It's mornings like these that make me question my depth perception, or lack thereof.