In the past week:

1) I dropped my iPod on the floor, breaking it forever. It's now useless, unless I find a need for a little white box that makes an incessant clicking noise.

2) I smashed my fingers in a piece of equipment at work, blackening three fingernails, one of which oozed blood for about four hours.

3) The day after I smashed my fingers, I woke up with a fever and a head cold. I spent the next two days too sick to do anything, but just healthy enough to realize how fricken bored I was.

That said:

1) I discovered the TV series Battlestar Galactica, which is officially my New Favorite Thing. I feel like such a geek saying that, but only because people who've never seen the show probably think that it's akin to Stargate or one of those other Sunday night atrocities.

2) I'm almost finish with the 1970s in my chronological reading experiment. Which means that soon, I'll be able to start in on the 1980s. Which is kind of the whole reason to do the experiment in the first place.

3) My old lady made apple crisp. Jesus. Apple crisp.