Mew. I'm still doin' alright today. For those of you who urged me to get my head checked, I forgot to mention, I did get looked at by a paramedic yesturday, when it happened. They felt my head, asked me questions, etc, and determined that it was a scrape/grazing. This morning, I see where it bled (a gouge right at the edge of my hairline), and my head hurts when I touch that spot, but no headache. So I'm really fine, folks. I trust my mom's judgement, and my body's judgement, that I'm okay.

My little sister is gonna have a very interesting bruise on her leg though. All in all, we got lucky.

Damned old truck of my dad's. *shrugs and sighs* Oh well. Such is life.

All is well though. I only hurt a little, and it will be okay.

And I have learned a very very valuable lesson. Which y'all will not get to hear. Suffice it to say that a lesson was learned.

And yes, my dad limped his truck to the Goodwill to offload the crates and cartons of stuff. *laugh*

We really need a way to counteract the bad luck. >.<