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Today, I managed to trip over a shelving cart and wallop the hell out of my right leg, right above the ankle, exactly where the top of my boot hits. I am going to have the mother of all bruises.

It's okay now, but it hurt amazingly when it happened and I have decided that I think one of the worst things about being (at least nominally) an adult-ish person is that it isn't considered acceptable to sit down and have a satisfying cry when you injure yourself.

I will console myself by continuing my Farscape rewatch tonight. I have made it to season two!