A representation of my Sunday
1) The log represents a pillar in front of the Original Pancake House.
2) The mannequin represents me after finding a patch of ice.
I made contact full force, with my ear.
My glasses and mobile phone (also in the diagram) survived completely unharmed.
Not pictured: My face drained of color in the emergency room, and the disapproving look the nurse gave when her leading questions revealed the fella in the waiting room was not just my friend. (Who I should mention, was a knight in shining armor during the whole ordeal.)
The doctor said it was merely a flesh wound, and I would live.
No stitches required.
I’m going to sleep on my side tonight.