I think I'll give it a couple of days, like Beth suggested. I suspect it's just very owey.

Beth, sorry you've hurt yourself, too!

When I was hit by a car, the ER intern told me my knee was sprained. He had a MRI or something done "just in case" and told me I'd be on crutches and to find a ride home later that night. (My knee looked fine. No bruise, no swelling.)

When the MRI results came in, a real doctor told me my knee was all fucked up and needed surgery, and my leg was broken just below the knee and would need screws put in to hold it together. I was in the hospital for four days and on crutches for four months, with PT continuing beyond that....

eta: This is not to say that KristenT has any serious knee issues, as Chevy Suburban hitting knee is a bit more serious than a filing cabinet doing the same....

me too! esp when I don't know how. though it is most likely do to furniture moving .

Everyone get better, no more owies

tommy, from this day forward, will be known as Worst Case Scenario Guy.

Also, tommy does not get to lead storytime for the kidlets after the Apocalypse.

Apocalypse skill: Huh...well, I could document it for the survivors.And keep us off Fixed Noise.

I'm pretty sure we could make use of Erika's encyclopedic knowledge of crime.

Also, tommy does not get to lead storytime for the kidlets after the Apocalypse.

Eh, it'll build character.

I can wrangle children of most ages, and pass on large sections of culture. (i.e.--teach school and life skills). I am decent at many things, though expert at few, and am a quick study. I also make an excellent "boss of you", for reasons that don't need exploring at this juncture.

I need to re-evaluate whether to stick with my existing plan for the apocalypse (head toward the family homestead) or head toward school.

As long as it's not winter, my new plan for the apocalypse involves stealing a yacht and sailing for Canada. Or Michigan.

I have no intention of surviving an apocalypse. I don't really have many skills for it. I mean, I'm smart enough that I'd probably do okay, but I can't imagine it would be all that pleasant.

I live in the heart of NYC, and have a fairly weak immune system, anyway. I have trouble imagining any apocalypse that would destroy most of the population without taking me with it. So that's... comforting? I guess?

I made a tactical error tonight. I wanted a glass of wine. So I opened a bottle. Then I realized that the wine SUCKED. Like, made my mouth all pinched and uncomfortable. I actually said "yuck!" So that didn't work out. So then I opened the Prosecco. Which is yummy. The problem? Can't really re-cork Prosecco and expect it to keep, so I'm sitting here with a half-full bottle of delicious sparkling wine, pretty drunk, alone (because my neighbor abandoned me on Gossip Girl night, the meanie), and trying to decide if I should just say "fuck it" and finish the bottle, or make the sensible decision, cork it as best I can, and go to bed. What with teaching tomorrow, and my mom coming to town in the evening.