So, we were moving offices at work today. I headed towards the door with a crate in my arms. A cabinet on coasters was a little bit closer to the door than last time. My left foot caught the cabinet. The sharp corner of the hardwood laminate door caught my lower arm. My lower arm caught my full momentum.
I think I broke a big blood vessel. It didn’t even turn red, just white then purple-blue. My hand turned white and started shaking. The vein on the inside of my arm swelled up later, but then subsided.
It hurt like the proverbial one that has maternal intercourse—still does.
It was so loud when I hit the door, it surprised me. Still hurts to pick up anything with my left hand. Anything, even a paperback or frosty libation. Even typing is less than comfy.
But, enough whining. check back for the pretty colors.
According to Energy Fiend, 148.58 cans of Red Bull will push me over the top and into my grave. However, they specified cans of Red Bull, not bottles of Krating Daeng. Good thing I never had more than three in one day. I wonder about the M-150?
Not posted much (understatement of the year) lately. There are of course a million reasons why, but let’s just cut to the chase and chalk it up to a combination of being insanely busy last term, bone lazy the rest of the time, and offline almost all of the past month.
I’m back in Tokyo. Jet-lagged, suffering from the heat, but very happy. My travels this last month in the States were just plain extremely satisfying: old friends, some good hikes, time with Et-chan, Jim’s wedding, and visits with the family. I hit Seattle, Bellingham, Gloucester, Maine, Connecticut, Somerville, and San Mateo along the way. Have to get cracking on Wikitravel again before things fade.
I’ll sort out the photos this evening and try to get some good sets up on Flickr, but for now I’m going for a walk. I still have lots of time off before I have to get back to campus, so I’m going to enjoy Tokyo for a bit the next few weeks.
Yes, I did in fact create an entry simply to say “Feh!”
This is mic number 1
This is mic number 1
This is mic number 1
Isn’t this a lotta fun?
Just testing out this new MT install. Nothing to see here. Move along.
Alternate Title: schwa
So the past few days have been a bit chilly here in Tokyo in the evening. Last night E forgot to turn on the electric blanket before turning in and was shivering under the cold cotton sheets.
Some nocturnal instinct caused her to try to complain in French– maybe whining sounds better in a foreign (to us both) language. Some would maintain that French is in fact the perfect language in which to whine.
“Il fait choid,” she said.
Well, which is it? Hot or cold? Chaud or froid? Maybe just nurui? Or, is the world just saying “uh” with no stress at all?
Around the end of last year, I was getting ready to ditch the YMCA and get back to a real teaching job. It is the nature of things that you get only one window of opportunity a year to change jobs: I jumped out of it- repeatedly.
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Stink, my new 9mm, and books. Yeah!
Really crap day at work. I had nothing to do. Nothing. Nothing. Really more nothing. Went out for a walk for an hour. Still nothing. I mean, jeez! I keep asking these guys to give me something to do. It would help if the network at work worked. It would help if the air didn’t stink in the office.
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