All right. I know you've all probably heard a bunch of different things from a bunch of different people (Actually, you probably haven't, but bear with me. I like to pretend that Gregnews^® travels fast.) so let me give you the quick outline:

1. I was hit by a car last night.
2. I'm fine.

Now for the details: I was at Rob's house last night, and I decided to go home at about 2am, like I normally do. I'd just crossed College and was about to cross Ferndell. I saw a Ford Bronco driving down College and assumed he saw me.

As I was crossing Ferndell, he turned. I thought everything would be okay, as I was on the left side of the street relative to him. Well, he took the turn a little shallow. He hit me, and I was thrown... I'd call it about three feet.

As soon as I hit the ground, I got up and went back to the other side of the street. I thought he'd seen me, so I wasn't sure if he was trying to hit me or what. I figured by getting on the sidewalk a little bit behind him, he'd have to try pretty hard to hit me again. After a few seconds of cursing myself, him, pain, and the situation, I noticed he was out of his car. He was apologizing profusely, asking if I was okay, if I needed to go to the hospital... your typical, "Oh God I just hit a guy," stuff. I assured him I was all right and thanked him for asking. Told him it meant a lot.

After we parted, I decided I needed to go back to Rob's for a breather. We had an hour-long what the fuck session, then I came home.

In case any of you are worried, I'm fine. Really. There's a little pain in my left knee, and my left hand hurts like a bitch (from hitting the hood). Other than that, I feel just like normal.

So if anyone asks you, you know someone that wrestled with a Ford Bronco and come out okay. And if it seems to you like I'm making a big deal out of the fact that it was a Ford Bronco, that's because I am. If you've got a problem with it, fuck you. I've survived much bigger foes than you. You don't scare me.

Anyway, I think I'm gonna try and go to bed.

Later.