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Had a really crappy morning (not much sleep, my weight is slightly up, foreign objects in my contact lens, a few other things) made only more joyous by having to spend a few hours dealing with the aftermath of a bizarro mail problem, mostly by hand. Weeee. So

sweh brought me roses and cuddled me and took me out for lunch, making me feel much better.

On the way back to the office, I was smugly pondering various things and working out what sort of sophisticated-hot look I intend to aim for tomorrow night, when I tripped on some uneven sidewalk bit and fell down go boom. The height of glamour, that's me. Or possibly the height of regression, as I spent most of my youth with this exact skinned knee and ripped hole in my jeans. Sigh. (I thought aikido was going to make me more graceful, but then, you don't practice the techniques in 4" clogs--and you're usually paying attention to what you're doing rather than contemplating your navel. Ahem.)

Oddly, it didn't put me back in a cranky mood. I don't know why that's so, but I'm not going to knock it.