Which is why I'm sitting here with an ice pack on my poor leg. I've got about a two-inch wide bruise and swelling and damn, it hurts. Bah, I'm an idiot. I don't even remember what exactly I did to do it. I think I rammed the full laundry basket into it, but not positive. lol I vaguely remembering thinking that "that was gonna hurt" and then going on my way. See, I'm a klutz. I also have a habit of bumping my arm into the doorknobs in our apartment.
Not much else going on. Going to bring the car in for an oil change later and head to the library as some books I had on hold have come in. And more laundry.
In the meantime... Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow.