When Good Doors Go Bad

January 31st, 2003

I think I’ve been listening to fire and rain too many times this week. This is the second morning I’ve woken up feeling kind of sad, and I prefer to blame it on James Taylor. It doesn’t help that I only have six songs on my winamp playlist, so fire and rain plays constantly. It’s such a good song though.

I don’t know, I’m just glad I’m not sore today. I had a good little jarring yesterday.

On the way to the post office, I pass a seminar room. Yesterday I saw there were people in the room, and like a fly to a cow pattie, I was irreprably drawn to the spectacle. WIth my head craned right, I failed to notice the swinging door *directly in front of me*. So with a huge thud, my body hit first, on my head, and then all down my shoulder.

And all the chemicals in my body shook. I was a walking martini shaker.

The seminar kids got a big kick out of that - it was probably the most excitement they’d had during their session. Amazingly, I was alright. My arm hurt a little, but my head didn’t really hurt at all. Now that scared me quite a bit. I mean, that door ran into me pretty hard, and look where it hit:

Either I have two-by-fours for brains, or I don’t know what. I guess you could say I’m hard headed

life ranking on the stupid self -inflicted- injuries o’ meter: 75%

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