You know, I start to think that at the beginning of every day I should just start a blog post where I put all of my little, random posts and then publish it at the end of the day. That way I don't clutter my blog (or your google reader) and you can just read them all in one go. Instead of, you know, having 50 million 1 liners every day. Good idea? Bad idea? Who cares?
Anyway, so I'm sitting here (well, not here exactly, but in my room on the floor in front of the mirror) putting my make-up on earlier today and I thought, "Ouch. That hurts." And lo and behold, I've got a bruise on my arm. I can't figure out for the life of me how I got it. I suppose I could have done it at work while lifting boxes full of books or something, but I don't know why I'd have a bruise on that part of my arm from lifting a box. Maybe I accidentally hit my arm on the rocker of my chair last night in my sleep? or the book case? You'd think that would have woken me up, though. The really annoying part is that my watch keeps hitting it, and that sort of hurts. Oh well, I can take a bruise.
"I think I know how it is to be grown up; it's when you feel how someone feels that isn't you." -Frances Griffiths