so my face came in contact with the brick border of chez's pool, and yeah. ten stitches later. worst part is i'm not sure how it even happened. i climb out of the pool, look down and see blood all over my chest. wtf.
i think that was god's way of telling me that i definitely need to stay the fuck out of anything involving water. after that whole jellyfish ordeal that left me scarred for life, i really haven't bothered swimming. well, until today, and look what happened. scarred for life in a totally different way. next time i'm pretty sure i'm going to end up dead. no more water. ever again.
on the plus side, now i'll have a scar under my chin just like han solo! that and i have some vicodin. score.