Late? I don't know what you're talking about...

Well kiddies, the Cammi had a bit of an interesting weekend. The only event that really bears mentioning is my injuring my clumsy-ass self. The sheets of ice that have descended on 'Toon town and I had a slight disagreement on the subject of standing. Of course, I landed on the knee that I've been systematically trying to obliterate since junior high or so. Good times. It seems to be healing fairly quickly this time around, though an afternoon of shelving books at work seems to have made it angry again. Blargh.

Anyway, that's the main reason I missed the update yesterday. I wasn't allowed to leave the couch between about 6 Sunday night and 7 Monday night, when my jailer (who did spend most of that time pampering me, to give credit where credit's due) consented to let me leave for a few hours to catch a play. Glee! By the way, should you ever have a chance to see a production of 4.48 Psychosis, go. Excellent show. Very nearly caused a tremor in my hollow tin chest. So between the painkillers, being strapped down to my futon, and the show, I just couldn't pull a comic together. And now you know.

And knowing's half the battle.