Five days post-accident:

#1: Left inner thigh

#2: Right knee

#3: Orange nails

I crashed my bicycle two nights ago. My tires got caught in some trolley tracks, and I lost control and zoomed straight into a fire hydrant. Most of the last 48 hours have been occupied with ice packs, percocet, chinese food delivery and bike helmet research. (Thankfully, I took zero impact to the head!) I took some photographs of my corporeal aftermath and I think I’ll hold onto them for my own private archival, or whatever other usage(s) I’ll grant them. These discolorations are totally fascinating.

Like I’ve been proclaiming for the past year+, I moved back to Philadelphia yesterday. I still have some unpacking to do, and some findings of objects that vanished mysteriously between the shuffling of packing/unpacking that occurred repeatedly in the past two weeks. Hopefully, I’ll also figure out how to turn on the air conditioning in my new place. I haven’t yet tried. Instead, I burst out of the house early this morning in search of strong ice coffee, and in escape from the insufferable humidity plaguing my currently air-conditioning-less bedroom.

Earlier this year, I stumbled across one of my photos on FFFFOUND!:

Here it is, bigger:

I wish I’d made a big print of this. It’d be nice to hang it up in my new home.

Ohio graced us with blissful weather during senior week, so we had had barbecues, outdoor birthday parties and the annual bike derby.

I’ve been a college graduate since Monday.