Have you ever...

...Writhed on the floor in agony? I'm honestly not much of a writher, generally speaking, but this was a writh-worthy experience.

So, I'm working in my happy apartment yesterday evening, having a new-found spurt of energy, when I have this Chicken Little moment. A five pound weight descends rapidly from an overhead shelf, hitting just above my knee before you can say "The sky is falling!" I couldn't even come up with any good periwinkle prose, but chose to cower on the floor in silent agony, instead. After a while, coherent thoughts begin to percolate through the pain-riddled haze.

Coherent thought number one: Oh gosh, I think I just broke my leg.
Coherent thought number two: My mother's going to kill me.
Coherent thought number three: Why don't you check and see if it's really hurt before you get carried away?

Yes, my thoughts speak to me on occasion. The anticlimactic finale: I have full range of motion, no permanent damage is done. Simply stiffness, swelling, pain, and all the lovely colors of the sunset. Good thing I tend to keep my legs covered up -- it's bad enough to explain away the bruises all over my arms (I'm actually not really sure about those -- carrying boxes, I think), but this would really raise eyebrows.

In other news -- received my very first parking ticket today, while waiting in line to purchase my parking permit. Irony, yes? And I was not the only one, I promise!

So, Kentucky's great. How are you? :)