Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow

Yo, gentle reader, I fell down. I'd like to tell you that I was running to save a baby. Kitten. Or that I tripped over something. But I wasn't, I was just walking around on my legs, and I fell down on the day of the office Christmas party and busted up my knees AND ripped my jeans.

Now I gotta buy new jeans and it's Christmas.

I'm usually a pretty stoic accident victim, since I've had lots of practice, but the office Christmas party made me get drunk, and when Dan tried to clean out the wound I am reported to have yelled "Ow, ow, ow...etc" until he gave up, which is why there are pieces of pajama fuzz in there.