Monday, September 22, 2008
I may have a black eye tomorrow.
I have a wooden kitchen stool that has a post sticking up to move it around easily. The post reaches to exactly the height of my hand as it hangs by my side. There's a big wooden ball on the end to grab it by. I know this stool well. I designed it, Jay made it, I decorated and varnished it (there are snakes spiraling up the post), and I've been using it more than ten years.
A few minutes ago I dropped a tissue, and bent down quickly to catch it, and came down hard on the ball. It got me on and below my left eyebrow. I've already got a headache.
Bag of frozen peas, right? Um, will a block of frozen squash do?
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