injury report

Continuing in the tradition of odd self-inflicted injuries, such as cutting my ass while cleaning the bathtub...

This morning, I woke up from a dream around 4, a dream in which I was talking to Jon Stewart while we were using a public washroom. Needless to say, this prompted me to get out of bed and piddle.

With two cats not wanting to be disturbed, I sat up, leaned over, and reached for the footboard while climbing over the side. It was dark, of course, and I missed. Instead of grasping the footboard with my right hand, I tried to grasp it with my chest. Didn't work.

By this time tomorrow, I should have a nice bruise just below my collarbone.