This afternoon I was cleaning up my garage/warehouse/workspace and opened up a tall cupboard. While I was looking at the shelf in front of me, a big heavy stock pot lid ROLLED OFF THE TOP SHELF AND HIT ME ON THE HEAD.

Did the flat side hit me in the head? No...that would have hurt, for sure. But not as much as being hit WITH THE FALLING EDGE OF A HEAVY STOCK POT LID.

What the FUCK. It hurt *so* bad. I was running in circles, alternately crying and shouting the filthiest obscenities I could think of. Thank goodness the kids were with Kim in the backyard and didn't witness that outburst.

When I finally could bear the pain enough to stop circling and swearing, I looked in the mirror and saw a bloody ridge on my head. The goddamn POT LID hit me that hard. Not like, major bleeding, but bloody, with a huge long lumpy ridge. Like the typical egg you get from a bad head bonk, except long.

Fucking POT LID! What was it doing up there, you ask? I don't know, last time I checked it was ON A GIANT STOCKPOT that I don't use that often. It certainly wasn't meant to be loose and rolling around. I threw that fucker across the yard though, with all my strength. Then I had to go back and pick it up, which totally sucked, because if I could I would melt that bastard down and bury it a thousand feet in the earth. ASSHOLE FUCKING POT LID. I HATE IT.

Several hours later, I have a major headache. And I still have a big bloody ridge on my head. I looked up skull fractures, but unless I'm puking or seeing stars, there's not much to be done. I'm not puking or seeing stars, I just have a bad headache, a stiff neck, and I'm totally pissed off.

Well, no more working tonight. I'm taking a break from work for now and going to watch some TV with an icebag on my head.