Yesterday I took a little tumble down my hill. I was always amazed that this didn't ever happen at Pearl St. I was rushing down the hill to get to the bus station in time for a quick Tim's break when I wiped out on some invisible ice. I went for a good two metre or so slide and knocked many numerous parts of my being around. I immediately got up and kept on going hoping that I wasn't hurt. After a short time I felt fine and rejoiced in my fabulous Wolverine-esque healing strength. It is possible that this was premature.
I woke up this morning and my whole body hurts. It's like I got run over by a train or something. I couldn't get a good picture of the bruise in the small of my back (chalk that up to a low megapixel digital camera and being too sore to twist my body around into good lighting). So here's my elbow bruise which was way cooler this morning:
I'm actually a big fan of bruises. I figure if it hurts you might as well have something to show for it.