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Wasted: one perfectly good Friday evening, on account of a well-skinned knee and a bottle of mead. (So much for going grocery shopping on the way home and then coming home and ironing the dress I'm wearing tomorrow and doing some miscellaneous cleaning. Also probably so much for wearing stockings tomorrow. They don't agree terribly well with road rash.)

Wasted: me, on account of the bottle of mead. (Obviously.)

I slipped on the last step in front of HSDM before the sidewalk, and skinned my knee and gave myself a 3" square of road rash. So there was a short detour through the CVS at Children's for antiseptic and bandaids, so as not to be a walking biohazard (and so as not to get any more blood on my skirt). Then there was no detour through Trader Joe's, because I wanted to come home and assess the damage. Since I missed the train at Harvard Ave (not feeling like running for it) I went to the liquor store and got mead.

1/2" x 1" of skinned knee besides the road rash. More antiseptic and new bandaid and dinner. And mead. And then Vikings, and all of a sudden it's 9:00 already and it's too late to start cleaning anything (and trying to do anything with a hot iron when not, strictly speaking, sober, is a bad idea).

So, tomorrow, get up early and iron dress and do something about the kitchen. It's not my favorite plan, but it's a plan.