  or me. yesterday i successfully managed to have my feet shoot out from underneath me while nagivigating granite stairs to the parking garage in my building, and slide--or rather bump--down about 7 steps. i think i've broken my ass. does this mean i get painkillers for life? this is not an unusual occurance. while recently having lunch with a friend at a house office building (that's capitol hill/Congress for you non hill rats), i managed to fall down some marble steps.
that time i didn't bruise my ass, but isntead bruised my shin so that it was black and blue and purple and yellow for a good two weeks. my yoga teacher thought i was being beaten. and on a daily basis, my big buddy sam laughs at me for being unable to walk without tripping over my own feet. i must be developmentally challenged. i think i need a helmet. why can't i ever trip into a padded room?
i suppose i could if i really put my all into it. hmm. i'll leave the levels of meaning up to y'all. sigh. spent last night chowing down on seafood and then out on a boat on the severn river with some good company. that was a lovely break from the crazy world of science policy... and urlLink oysters ... 
