Injured Pride

Even though I have way too much to do for tomorrow... still... at 2:43am.... the temptation to write about the mundane has overcome any academic drive that I had early in the evening.

Today was a very busy day. I got up. Volunteered at the botanical gardens -- pruning some elm and loading branches into a truck. Then class. Then more gardening (weeding this time... avoiding tiny spiders... fyi they *love* wet leaf litter). Then more class. Then a rush to get on the bus to Santa Monica to go to REI to buy rainboots. When I got there, I realized they didn't have the rainboots that were online, so I left and walked to an Army Outlet store a few blocks east that someone at REI had told me about (though warned me that he thought they had moved a couple fo days ago). I found it. They had indeed moved. I should have been more trusting of the REI guy considering he told me that he had *watched* them move out of the location. Then I took the bus to Sports Authority... which unfortunately also did not have rainboots. Wtf. Why does not one carry rainboots? Then I went to work. And got home at 10:30pm.

At work I fell of my bike. I'll admit it. I'm pretty stupid. At least no one saw me. I was trying to put on chapstick (oh those parched lips get me everytime) and had let go of the handlebars to recap the chapstick (I was arrogant ... I really could have done it with one hand). Anyways, I guess all of that no-hands practice didn't really pay off when the push came to shove, because the front wheel wobbled, and "oh shit" went through my mind. The chapstick was still in my hands as I tried to grab the handlebars, but it was too late -- I had already face-planted on the concrete, bike entangling my appendages... chapstick roling on the ground -- uncapped still. I picked myself up, and surveyed the damage. Scratches. Lots of large scratch. Not too much blood. Also, tons of black tire marks. How I got so many in a single fall perplexed me, but I try to question these things. All I know, is that I am capable of superceding the typical amount of sustained injury no matter what the activity. Some may even call it a gift. Sure. My problem was that I was daydreaming, and whenever I day dream, I'm ALWAYS rudely awaken by reality.

I'm still healing from paintball. My bruises still kind of hurt when I touch them, which turns out to be more frequently than one would assume. I end up accidently touching or bumping tender parts very frequently. Probably why my bruises last a long time.

Ok. Back to work I suppose. I have company I need to be joining.