This evening I attained twin pinnacles of cool and klutz.

I cruised home from class with the windows down, playing the old Gorillaz album very loud, drumming on the steering wheel and feeling like quite the urban annoyance.

Then I cut my thumb open on a can of tuna while attempting to prepare a casserole before Ross got home, and am now feeling the loss of blood, so I have nothing intelligent to say to you tonight. Sorry — maybe tomorrow?

(I’m totally not just saying that because Ross borrowed Season 6 of Buffy from a coworker and Episode 1 is calling my name.)