Robert Stack died. I don't care if he was 84. He still deserved to outlive Costner.
On the home front, I smashed my knee into a drawer last night. Hard. At the time, my biggest concern was about the bleeding. But the knee itself has been hurting like a motherfucker all day. I'm sure it's not broken (it would be hurting like seventeen motherfuckers, and I wouldn't be able to walk), but it's annoying me. It doesn't help that it's the same leg with the bum heel, too.
No Angel to talk about. I could talk about the nasty insomnia I had last night, but I'm too tired to write about that. :-/
When I get more awake, I'll try to work on some real posts.
On the home front, I smashed my knee into a drawer last night. Hard. At the time, my biggest concern was about the bleeding. But the knee itself has been hurting like a motherfucker all day. I'm sure it's not broken (it would be hurting like seventeen motherfuckers, and I wouldn't be able to walk), but it's annoying me. It doesn't help that it's the same leg with the bum heel, too.
No Angel to talk about. I could talk about the nasty insomnia I had last night, but I'm too tired to write about that. :-/
When I get more awake, I'll try to work on some real posts.