1999-09-23 I skinned my knee this morning. As usual, I can't remember exactly how it happened, but somehow I did. All I can really remember about it is that I tripped on the stairs. I can also remember that it was the basement stairs. But nothing less abstract than that. I have a band-aid on the wound now. I'd guess you'd call it a strawberry, if you saw it. I couldn't bend my leg very well before I put the band-aid on, because of the awful feeling of raw knee rubbing my jeans. Now I can't bend my leg well because of the awful sensation of band-aid tearing at my knee hair. Peter and I went on a search for a new road yesterday night. We found an unlit county highway in Michigan, but the occasional kitten bounding across in front of the headlights spooked Peter, so we headed back home. We stopped at a sunoco station at around 11:35 for gas. Nobody was there, but the pumps still took credit cards for gas. I suppose, if there weren't two of us, it would have been a profoundly lonely experience. We washed the (really dirty) windows, and mistook Peter's sun roof on the saab for a moon roof and washed it too. Peter pointed out how silly that was, and I was giggling on the way back home. << src | dest >> p.s. Images broken? Tell me the date and I'll fix them, sry.