a few days ago i was tip toeing through the ice block that is my driveway in order to put something in the mail box & as i jumped over a particularly gnarly patch, i managed to hit a spot of black ice & completely wiped out in a squealing heap on the ground. my hand and arm are sore and one of my knees is ganked up like a grubby little kid. usually i think that children who go around showing their boo-boos to people are dramatic little attention hounds, but as it turns out, i'm feeling the need to do that very thing. it's taking a lot of self restraint for me not to whip out the camera to photograph my owie so that i can show it to you & hope for a scrap of sympathy. and maybe a kiss on that rotten oozing place that refuses to form a scab because i'm apparently too old for my scabbing mechanism to function properly anymore. or maybe my brother was right all those years ago & you really do need to eat your scabs when they fall off so that you can store them in your scab reservoir in order to scab over more quickly after future accidents.