Dealing with death.
I played basketball yesterday; this was the result of being tripped:
Now it wasn't even all that painful, it just bled a lot. I still finished the rest of the game.
It being the day after there was some stiffness, now I got downtown fine on the light rail, then I realize I did not have my wallet (with my bus pass in it) and I was lucky to have not been checked. I had class so I needed to get on the train once more, but they check around the time I was going to go and it is somewhere in the neighborhood of a two-hundred dollar fine. Instead I just walked to school, I checked Yahoo maps and it was about a 4.2 mile walk. During the trip the bandages started falling off and the biggest wound rubbed up against the inside of my pants, only to get a bloody stain there now. I really loved it; I wish I could "be" (edit! Kayla!) half as good of an idiot in the future.
The trip:
Now it wasn't even all that painful, it just bled a lot. I still finished the rest of the game.
It being the day after there was some stiffness, now I got downtown fine on the light rail, then I realize I did not have my wallet (with my bus pass in it) and I was lucky to have not been checked. I had class so I needed to get on the train once more, but they check around the time I was going to go and it is somewhere in the neighborhood of a two-hundred dollar fine. Instead I just walked to school, I checked Yahoo maps and it was about a 4.2 mile walk. During the trip the bandages started falling off and the biggest wound rubbed up against the inside of my pants, only to get a bloody stain there now. I really loved it; I wish I could "be" (edit! Kayla!) half as good of an idiot in the future.
The trip: