The first image is obviously of my left shin (taken with my camera phone about an hour after the accident--I made a point of cropping out of the photo the IR theory book on my lap); the second is my right calf. It's nothing serious, clearly, except that I look super pale--which, okay, I am--and like a rabid ferret attacked my right leg. This is getting ridiculous. I'm really not that clumsy, but you'd never guess it.
AddledWriter, I shall do my best to avoid all outdoor activities between now and the end of September, lest I show up at your wedding in a full body cast.
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I would look into bubble life for a tad. More Gyllenhaal than Travolta, of course. Because you need the hamster ball-like vehicle ;-D
(Damnit-I forgot to switch back to 'HB'. Ah, well, like my name is a big secret.)
Sounds like a plan! That's why I stick to the treadmill. Feel better, PSK! Anyway, at least your outdoor exercise didn't end like Chandra Levy's.
Brad, due to her suffering, I think you should buy PSK a drink at my wedding - since it's 5-hour open bar, it won't cost you. ;)
Hopefully you won't be wiping out and causing yourself further injury when you dance at the AddledWriter's wedding.
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