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OK, "Now this one. He is gorgeous. What is he? 6'4", 6'5"?" in the midst of the freak-out was pretty funny .

Jen, I was giggling at that too.

Jen, I thought so too. More oddly apt than hilarious, but.... Funny what the mind does. Everyone thinks you focus on the crisis in freakout mode , but in one case I was in (car accident, we got flipped) I found myself thinking about whether the airline crash posistion was better than hands over head. Sloooowly. Still can't compute the time for that thought to process with the time elapsed in the crash.)

And then there were the pink hippos and fluffy clouds.

JenP and Hil: I scared the dog and cats laughing out loud at that.

Oddly apt - that's it. I could completely see doing that very thing. (Knocking wood that I never get the chance to prove it.)

ETA: including singing "I Think I Love You."

Oh and then there was the don't get blood on the papers thing. Which really annoyed the cops and firefighters and paramedics. I guess I couldn't deal with what all was going on that I couldn't control, so I focused on what I could. Like not letting Liz bleed on the papers.

Didn't work.

But was a good guilt trip on our math teacher. I thought he was going to cry.

Also discovered that if I ever again go to the ER, I'm a hellbitch under trauma stress. So I should preemptively apologize.

But was a good guilt trip on our math teacher. I thought he was going to cry.

How'd he fit in?

I'm a hellbitch under trauma stress. So I should preemptively apologize.

Heh, heh.

My one trip to the ER for myself actually ended up being a minor thing... sprained ankle, but it had swelled up so much that it scared the crap out of me. Anyway, the random thought I had while good looking doctor was examining the damage was, "Damn, I wish I'd shaved my legs more recently." And then when he told me, sort of oddly gleefully, that the swelling was blood from pulled things pooling, my thought was, "Ew, shut-up, shut-up, shut-up."

I got an "Oh My God!" from the first ER nurse to see my injury. Way to be reassuring.

The math teacher was the next day. We'd gone to Kinkos to insert the graphs into text (the old days.) I couldn't manage to work up the nerve to drive that exit again within 24 hours (even though I wasn't driving) so I brought in the paper and my sick sense of humor and asked him for an extension, since you couldn't read the last 3/4 page due to the bloodsoaked factor.

I was really mean to the ER people. Scary mean. And I wasn't even hurt, really. There was also some yelling about not understanding because of indian accents, which really shames me now.

The only one on your list I find kind of meh is Sean Bean, who looks too blandly handsome for me.

Huh.

Can't quite wrap my brain around that one because to me he's so the reverse of bland--too much masculine intensity.

Mmmm.