when scabs dry, they make a noise if you tap them with your nail.

Yuck!

I have never seen my body in a state of such yuckiness.

Many of you already know that I had a scooter accident last week.

It was a fairly serious accident but luckily involved no one but myself. It was my first day on the scooter and we were going up a mountain and I took a very sharp turn too quickly. My friend Greg kindly drew this to demonstrate what happaned while he was riding behind me;

I remember nothing of the evening, which is really just as well because the hospital visit afterwards involved some scraping out of the road from the wounds and by the description given by a friend I'm pretty happy I can't remember the amount of pain that involved.

A few hours after the accident with the top I was wearing at the time. I was lucky not to have rubbed off a nipple.

Leg damage. Looks worse now! funny how it looks worse when it's healing.

Face damage. This rather embarrassing self portrait was taken in order to demonstrate my injuries to my parents. There's about 19 stitches in that nose...

I'm a lucky girl and everyone that was around me helped, made sure I was okay and took care of me throughout the first few days of immobility.

It did make me hopelessly homesick and friend sick. People did all the right things while I was sick, but I wanted to be at home at that point.

Very nearly dying puts things in prospective.

I have since got back on my scooter and yesterday took my first solo drive! I feel good about not having given up completely.

I went to a party in a mansion in the mountains this weekend. It was in a mansion in some creepy abandoned town. I say creepy, but it was uber beautiful, it was just that half the houses were abandoned (the rich people moved out after an earthquake making the huge houses super cheap to rent but also emptied the neighbourhoods) a six floor mansion for 6 people. It was odd how many empty spaces they had there, I'd inevitably fill every space with junk, I hate emptiness. I'd end up having five dogs and each would have their own room. I might also collect people (live ones!) to fill the spaces.

My tolerance for bullshit, which has always been rather low is getting somewhat lower. I think it's the heat. I may end up like one of those old fashioned gremlins from the game, squeezing my head until it explodes. Either that or I just ignore conversations. I think the latter will be preferable. Tips and hints on how to do this are welcome. Turning head around to look at the TV is only an option for so long...

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