Wipeout

I am such an idiot. This morning, while happily riding my bike to work I got into a tussle with some railroad tracks and the railroad tracks won. The idiot part is because I soon as a started crossing over, I knew I was hitting the tracks at the wrong angle, and then smack! I was on the ground. And bleeding from five different places ordered here from top to bottom: chin, shoulder, both knees, and my ankle. I considered including a picture, but truth be told it's gross, and the internet really doesn't need anymore gross pictures. I also managed to bend up my bike a bit (but I think Moses can fix it). I of course called Moses to come rescue me--I am so glad he had a phone today because I was exactly half way between home in work, and I'm not sure which way I would have started limping if I had to get home on my own. Garion took one look at me started bawling, which was exactly what I wanted to do, but felt I should try to hold it together while in public. I asked him if I could have a Sponge-Bob band aid, but he said no, so I guess he wasn't feeling too bad for me : ). I decided to take the rest of today off to nurse my wounds and have treated myself with a liberal dose of antibiotic ointment and an iced mocha from Starbucks. I'm planning to hunker down for a Lord of the Rings marathon--I think watching other people getting seriously beat-up will help me forget how much my ouwies hurt.