left-handed mice

weather: hazy, probably about 60 degrees. cool for flip-flops but i wear them despite.

i'm slowly becoming friends with the bike messengers outside my office. well, one in particular (he seems to be the outgoing one). sadly he's not the cute one but i guess that's ok. he's quite nice. wednesday we rode our final 4 blocks on market together, and he came with me to get coffee at my 'bucks. the traffic was terrible that day (you know it's bad when a bike messenger feels rattled).

today i tried to saunter by the couriers quickly, because i'm embarrased about the bandage running all the way up my arm (i tore a muscle in my hand -- silly bike injury/battle with the muni rail lines). but i was foiled. he smiled, then offered to walk me to my office (a whopping one block). so much for sneaking by. crap.

of course i had to explain my injury (grumble), but i think it's okay... i didn't sound too much like the pansy i thought i would.

so. this dumb muscle tear forced me to have my first california hospital/doctor experience. emergency rooms are weird places. i tried all day to hold off going. at least once i finally got there, it wasn't busy. no stab victims or car wreck casualties. just me. and a tiny twinge of power that i felt when i whipped out my medical insurance card.