I went out at lunchtime. I made the mistake of getting behind the wheel of my car.
And I got rear-ended.
Nice and hard.
But this time, at least, my car is okay. Scratches, dings, but that Taurus is a tank. My lower back and head, however? That all hurts like hell.
And I have tickets to Joe Jackson tonight. Last time I got hit? I was going to see Thomas Dolby.
(Apparently, some higher being has a wretched sense of humor and doesn't want me to see live music. I think I'm staying home from work when Crowded House comes to town...)
I have a bag of ice on my head. It's very attractive office attire.
Yours, in great discomfort,