larissa walks into a door.

I wish the title of this one was some sort of set up for a corny joke. It's not.

I just walked into my closet door, face first. Imagine the immediate pain of a stubbed toe, except radiating from your brow bone and cheek bone instead. I'm already beginning to bruise.

But now I have the opportunity to pretend I'm tougher than I really am! All I need to do is prepare an awesome excuse for when someone asks me: 'What happened to your face?'

Hmm... I am going to a concert this weekend... if I stay undercover until then, I could just say that I got a little roughed up in the mosh pit (I won't bother mentioning that it's a classical holiday music show I'm going to).

Sorry to cut this short, but I should really go ice-pack my face.