I don’t know what it’s going to be about. I have things to read on the Internet. I read Les Misérables. My hair hurts. It’s four weeks late. I spend time thinking of ways to convince my honorary committee chairperson to sign-off on an unwritten document.
I wish. But man, has this been a hard weekend. First, I fell off my bike. Actually, the bike and I fell over to the side and I bruised my knee and the bike's fender gashed my shin. Then, at the co-op I broke the handle on the cart and got the gash on my hand. It's bruised too, as well as the gash on my leg, which makes it hard to move or stand or lift or type.