In which I hit my knee. And it turns my day into a comedy of errors.

So.

I had a Day, yesterday.

( Cut for dramatic retelling )

Here, the day gets much better... Mom&Dad picked me up at the St. Paul campus on their way to Clann Tartan dance night in Roseville, so I danced a little (my knee, after all that, is totally fine. the only one with a bruise is the one I *fell* on). Then I shanghai'd them into going to the Dubliner with me, where The Langer's Ball was playing, and we had guinness and black bush, which is better than vicoden any day.

Today, of course, I feel like I've been kicked in the head by a horse. Thank goodness for ibuprofen.

What an absurd day.

the hedge abides.

(no subject)

I just made this. I made it up, but it's hardly the most original thing ever. Still delicious, though.
( Creamy Harvest Soup )

It was good and really filling. And I still have half a squash left. Jeebus!

My head is funny- there's hardly a visible mark. People keep asking me how I'm feeling, and I'm usually fine (unless I accidentally touch my head or wash my hands, forgetting the bruise there). Then my ibuprofen wears off, and I remember that I have a bruise that goes HALFWAY THROUGH MY HEAD.

I exaggerate, of course, but it fucking hurts and I get surly sometimes.

In other news, you should all be reading Little Dee. It's a very nice webcomic about a little girl who is being raised by bears. Well, a bear. And a dog and a vulture. It makes me smile. Also, the cartoonist is just releasing his second book of Little Dee strips, so you could buy that and give him money, and that would be good too. But not necessary for enjoyment!

the hedge abides.