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18th February, 2008. 10:10 pm. Ow.

I went back to Banjo Jim's on Saturday, and got to see Margarita perform again. She and I sat near the corner checking out some of the other singer/songwriters before and after her turn, and heard some good stuff. She had a dinner date and had to leave early, and since I didn't want to get home too late myself (especially as it was cooling off rapidly), I departed with her, and we headed to the subway station together. We decided to just walk crosstown instead, though, and chatted about this and that before I went down to the PATH at Sixth. Margarita's very talented, and very interesting and fun; it's been nice spending time with her, and getting to mingle a little bit with other musicians as a result.

As to the 'ow...' I'd forgotten this morning that it was a holiday (to some people, anyway), and headed for the train at my regular time. When it became clear that the train wasn't coming, I checked the schedule and realized that I had more than half an hour to wait; as it was warm and the rain had seemingly stopped, I didn't mind too much, and began pacing leisurely alongside the tracks. As I was reaching the furthest point from shelter (a space beneath the stairs leading to street level), it began to drizzle, and then to sprinkle, and then to rain. D'oh! I sprinted for the dry space, and made a last leap for shelter... and promptly smacked the top of my skull into some ill-placed concrete.

My iPhone fell from its holster on my belt, and of course picking it up was my first priority.  lol  Once it was safely off the ground and in my hand, though, I checked my head, and found it bloodied. "Dammit..." While I didn't feel dazed or dizzy or terribly concussed, I realized that getting on the train with blood dripping down from my forehead would probably not be a great idea, so I pulled the umbrella from my backpack (yes, I had one with me, I just hadn't wanted to get it out to use it for thirty seconds) and walked back home, grateful that it was still dark enough out that no one driving or walking by seemed to notice.

Back at home, I washed my hair again and called Jenn, one of my colleagues, and asked her for a ride. She agreed to pick me up and didn't ask why I needed one, and I was in her car for a few seconds before she noticed the bleeding (which had started up again). Heh... I made it through the rest of the day without any additional mishaps. It hurts, but not terribly much, unless I touch it, of course. I'm ready for bed, though, and I'm not looking forward to washing my hair tomorrow...

Current mood: sore.
Current music: "Head Like A Hole (Copper)" by Nine Inch Nails.

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