I had a bad day.

No, seriously. An prep I worked all week on FAILED right before it became useful, and then my housemate (accidentally) wailed on me with a racquet later when I met her at the gym.

Leading to a HEAD WOUND.

Well, okay, just a big goose egg on my forehead, but it required ice! And it is still swollen a little and it hurts today!

And I may have volunteered to give a journal club presentation in my woe over the failed experiment (dammit! I was going to do some fun stuff today and now I can't on account of LOSING THAT PREP.)

One of my grad students tried to suggest that I buy a lotto ticket yesterday in anticipation of the dramatic karmic upswing that was bound to happen. He underestimated the depths of bad karma that would apparently be plumbed.

It's a tale of woe.

To cheer myself up, I'm posting a quote dump, collected since the last time I posted a quote dump, but with significantly more poetry, actually. I partially blame synecdochic for introducing me to a kick-ass poetry community called breathe_poetry. As before, there is very little fannish relevance here, unless one of you take these as inspiration.

( Quote Dump 11/2/07 )

Random icon actually chose a headwound shot. Ironic.

That is all.