A deer. In the (literally) one mile stretch between my apartment and campus (I’d gone home for lunch), a deer charged across the road and plowed into the driver’s side of my car. There’s a dent in my car and a gimpy deer running around now. …the fuck this shit have to happen to me?

So I discovered this morning (around 03:00, as I got up to tinkle) that I evidently pulled a muscle in my inner thigh. Ow. I didn’t make it out for my walk this morning, either. I didn’t think it was that bad until I got to work and sat still for a couple of hours before trying to walk around. Ow. Even laughing hurts. It was suggested that I therefore have a “full body laugh”. Meh. The discomfort became distracting, so I started hunting around for pain medication. No one had any Tylenol, so I optimistically took an Aleve. Yeah… me and NSAIDs still don’t get along. I feel like…

So N. (Mr. “He’s fond of you”) and I were discussing how almost all the guys at work have children… which is a little weird, since these are all computer/telco geeks. Here’s the end of the conversation: N: Yeah, K had, like, five children. Me: Five spawn? Good grief. N: Yeah, only two professors have bigger families than that–[names the Two Famous Families] Me (growing increasingly horrified): Wait, but aren’t you guys all supposed to be computer geeks?! Shouldn’t you all be surfing the Internet instead of– N: Yes, but… what else are we supposed to do when the Internet goes out? Me: *dead* Ew. Ew ew ew. And in…