Almost Broken Noses.

But not plural. Just one. Mine. I thought it was broken for a second- and I'm not ruling it out now, most than an entire day after the fact as I sit and it's still in pain.
The story? Oh kay:
I was walking to chorus after lunch and something caught my eye, so I looked over and tried to see it. All the while, I was still walking, and not looking where I was going. Well, neither was Kyle. We collided. Face to chest because I'm short. My head flew back after impact, creating a somewhat awesome action scene in my mind's eye. Then the pain came. But I'm glad to report my nose didn't bleed at all. So I don't believe it's broken. But it could be.

Other news? Not really. Nothing is happening. Well, last weekend I did go shopping. And Becky came over. But there's not a whole lot to put in here, for all the world to read. Nothing bad happened. I wouldn't do that to Heather.

SPEAKING OF WHICH: She's a great kid. And I miss her. And you know that. But I don't care.

This is a pointless entry. I'll find something more worth your reading time to write about later.

Erro.