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I can't decide what hurts more, my head or my ribs. I'll go with ribs since they hurt when I breathe and my head kinda likes it when I do that. Got my rib belt on Monday - absolute Godsend. Uh, my cheekbone's not broken, yay... Just really bruised. But that's okay, it matches the black eye. Boy am I glad purple is in season this summer. And then hopefully blue, and blue-green and green-yellow, then just yellow, then normal skin color... What're the odds of that though? Something tells me: nada.

Doc signed me off for another eight days at least. Am seriously considering asking Kowalski to teach me chess since he's supposed to be some big whiz at it. And then I'll persuade Fraser to bunk off work so he can come play it with me.

Stay safe during the soccer, children. And remember to run away from the hooligans when we lose.


Oh man, why didn't they break my fingers and render me...incommunicable?