Missing Face

This weekend I had a little accident on my mountain bike. I hurt. But I wish I had some good battle scars to show for it. I don't. I wish I looked as bad as I feel. Not even for sympathy. Just so some people I really hate would get off my back. That sounds angry, I know, but it's because I am. It's rare, but it happens. I'd like to not feel that way, but unfortunately, I'm not seeing an end to it in the next fifteen minutes, and I live in a world of instant gratification. Typically.