Not tonight

So my plans for evening have been postponed in favor of sleep (him) and healing (me). I thought "bowling..." was closing this weekend, but I was lied to so we're going to see it some other time when he's rested and I'm not in crippling pain. Oh, and I almost died on my way home. I was multitasking (walking, talking, and smoking) and walked into (very) oncoming traffic, nearly becoming a gorgeous grease spot on 2nd st. I don't get my life. I decide to start doing yoga, and I sprain my knee walking. I decide to start an art project, and I slice my finger 5 minutes in. I decide to start an online journal, and my life gets boring and all of my opinions go away. I'll work really hard at getting pissed off about something to make this more interesting. I apologize to anyone who happens to read this in the meantime. Anyone except Curt.