Put me on the DL

I'm having sympathy pains.

The Reds collapse brought about my own collapse this morning. I'm sure all of the losing and the subsequent depression is a contributing factor to my inability to sleep recently. Oh yes, I try to sleep. As soon as we finished making llama meat out of Michael's* latest anti-Dunn tirade at Red Reporter last night, I went to bed. But I couldn't sleep.

This morning I got out of bed without waking up. I don't even remember getting dressed, but that could be a result of what followed shortly after. See, I walked out the door, late to work as usual, and my legs weren't quite awake. I'm not a clutz, honestly. I just have a really difficult time waking up in the mornings, especially when I'm not sleeping at night. I was trying to button my sleeves while walking when my legs just gave way, and I fell down three concrete stairs onto the rigid sidewalk below. Oh, it hurt. It hurt in ways I can't even describe, for I can't figure out how I managed to land on my left knee and wrist, twist my back, scrape up my right shin and left hip, and hit my head.

I laid on the sidewalk for a bit, flat on my back, with the woman who had just passed my house turning to look and continuing to walk without helping or even bothering to ask if I was ok, and I could have used some help getting up. When I finally got up and limped to the dreadful bus stop, everything started to go black for about 30 seconds. Concussion? I still feel really strange, and I just can't think of anything to write. Although with the recent outcomes that have transpired, one doesn't have to suffer a head injury to not have anything to say.

At least the wiki is fun.

*Is Michael really Marty Brennamen having some fun?