It’s just a bruise. Looks much more striking in person. Especially when compared to the healthy counterpart.
Hurts a bit, though. I admit, it hurts. People keep telling me to go to the doctor, but I ain’t gonna. Nosir.
What else? Well, I also started a fire in my apartment the other night because … well, there’s no because. It’s not like I did it on purpose. The lingering result is that everything I own now smells like burnt toast. My clothes, towels, sofa, hair, the air in general. Burnt toast, the lot of it. This is bothersome for many reasons, not the least of which being that I could totally be having a stroke right now, only ... how would I KNOW?
Ow. That’s what I have to say about that. Just ow.
P.S. Do any of you want to come to the Jays game with me on Thursday? I’m saddled with an extra ticket I already paid for and I’d hate to waste it. Yes? Email? Yes?