Today during my first class, I was (unintentionally) whacked on the head with a hard plastic gutter, then slipped while demonstrating a game and wiped out in front of about 130 kids.  Twisted my ankle, but I popped some Tylenol during lunch and that helped.  Now it’s twelve hours later and the second round of drugs is wearing off, as is my desire to post a real blog entry tonight.  Finished the first season of The West Wing a few minutes ago and am eager to start on the second.  But first, sleep, then bank to figure out why they think my Korean card has been stolen (it isn’t, I’m staring at it as I type this) and work until 8:30 tomorrow night.

I suppose my day could be worse.  I could be Reuters’ Jon Decker.