My First Time

I got punched in the mouth by John today during Net practice... accidentally, during a particularly energetic rendition of "Zing, Pow, Boing".
Best moment was drooling blood, crying and laughing, all while trying to explain to late-coming Austin that "this is actually funny".

So now I'm on painkillers and trying to write a paper in spanish. Wheee!

My first thought was "at least it wasn't my nose"... but then I thought, "Hey! wait! I hate my nose!" Not that I'd ever get plastic surgery... but if I needed nose reconstruction, and they just didn't reconstruct all of it...

Anyway, if it bruises, we get to play the "I'm-a-secret-victim-of-domestic-abuse" game in class tomorrow! Muffled weeping, followed by whimpering "but he says he loves me!" when people stare. Good times.