Last weekend I was sitting on my couch and playing video games in a
completely drunken state when I noticed that the reception of my video
game looked a little fuzzy. I decided to just check the wires going
into the television to see if they were tight enough because that's
the kind of thing I do when I'm drunk: I decide to fix everything and
generally make the world a better place.
When I bent over to reach behind the television, I rammed my face
directly into the television stand and then fell to the floor in pain.
I decided the reception looked fine from the floor.
I woke up the next morning with a cut and a black eye.
In the past week, I've seen my family, my wife's family, and a few
different friends that I've hand lunch with. Not one person has asked
my why I have a black eye. I'm not sure what to make of that. I
guess everyone who knows me just assumes the wife finally had enough
bullshit one night.
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