Pete kindly reminded me last night at taijutsu (and again this evening) that I needed to come clean about my first (Sally-ass, so he says) injury at the workplace. Last Wednesday was a pretty decent day until I was up in the extension (as in UW) office working on a computer. I was sitting in an office chair and I turned around to get something off the desk next to me and something in my knee went “ting.”

You laugh. I heard it. It was definitely a “ting.” Unless maybe it was a “thwup.”

Anyway, I figured, hey, I’m young, this is no big deal. I’ll just stay in the chair until I’m done with the computer, then I’ll get up and walk it off. Hardly even worth commenting on. Until I tried to walk down the stairs.

Holy man.

I gimped my way down to the cave, plopped down in my chair, and called Pete.

“Uh, yeah, man, I’m not going to make it to class tonight. I hurt my knee. In an… office chair accident.”

There was just laughter on the other end of the line.

“Yeah… I was even sitting at the time.”

I had to hold the phone away from my ear.

But at least I had a good excuse for not showing up. At least I didn’t fall asleep on the couch.

Sorry, Jonus. We’ll be there next time; two of the seven dwarves: Gimpy and Yawny.