Owie
I didn't wanna post this yesterday b/c I was all LJ'd out... but some dude hit my bike. I'm fine, of course, but the bike's not. My roommate helped me take it to the shop and I hope it'll be fixed today, or at least tomorrow. I love bikes. The repair bills are so cheap.

That's not the owie. The owie is my stupid decision to walk home instead of take a bus or hop a ride with someone. It's not far - 2.5 miles - but when I do a lot of walking my knees hurt. I delivered a package for my boss that probably tacked on an additional mile of walking since it was pretty far away and I was walking in circles for a good deal of the time 'cause I had trouble finding the building. In my defense though, the entrance to the building I was looking for is clearly marked "UCLA police station." Like, how was I supposed to know there were administrative offices in there?

In my natural state I'd be unable to walk and mostly blind. Serenghetti? Totally lion food.

Ree, going to down some painkillers, out.