Thing that's bothering me today: God, I'm just cranky about everything in general today. A friend just pointed out that it's Friday the 13th and it's a full moon. So maybe that's my problem.

Jesse and I had fun skating last night. At least I know I had fun, and I think Jesse had fun. He's at that age where I can pretty much let him run around with his friends for a couple of hours, which means I hardly saw him all night. I don't think he actually spent that much time skating. I saw him lurking around the arcade games for most of the night. I did break in my beautiful new pair of roller skates. And I didn't fall down. Until five minutes before we left.

I had retrieved our jackets, shoes and my purse and was skating back to Jesse when suddenly I was falling backwards. I don't even know how it happened. I don't remember losing my balance; I just knew both my feet had left the ground. I landed more on the left side of my back. The last thing to hit the ground was my head. And then I just kind of stayed there flat on my back, looking up at the ceiling for a second, with my arms still holding all of our stuff. I eventually managed to get up and get us out the door and on our way home. I wish I could say only my pride was hurt, but my ass really does hurt today.

Weekend agenda: Dinner with Ron & Bethany tonight (hooray!). Lecture and lunch with my friend Teri tomorrow. Watch the Tigers play SMU Saturday (on TV unfortunately), or cleaning the house if the game is not going well. Dinner at Stephanie, Scott and Zoe's Sunday night. SkooterPie and Jesse have Monday off. I don't know what they'll get into together.