I just finished holding court, took my robe off, tripped over it and broke my arm. So, I'm here at the hospital waiting for Mason to set my arm. And it's my right arm.

Honestly, I can't stop laughing at myself, or it could be from the drugs Mason gave me. Add this to my long list of injuries.

I'm at a breakfast with the Mayor of Central City and the Central City Council. I'm bored.

EDIT: Wyatt just arrived. I'm not so bored now.