I must have hit my head harder than I thought.

Or maybe I just didn't think.

I passed out on the bathroom floor of the library yesterday. The first thing that crossed my mind, after I woke up and evaluated my surroundings, was: "Damn. That must not have been very hygienic."

Anyway. They didn't figure out what was wrong with me, but I'm walking away free of injury except for one blissfully annoying bruise on my right occipital. It didn't bother me much yesterday, but I've never quite realized how inconvenient having a sore on my head could be.

I don't know why I thought the bathroom was a good place to go. I probably should have stayed put. For some reason I always think that's the place that will solve my problems.