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Next time I am in a bike accident, even a very small one, I will try to make sure I get the driver's name and insurance info and the information for any witnesses at the scene and make a police report. I'm trying not to blame myself for not being more level-headed in this instance. I know it's because in a situation like that the flow chart in one's brain is basically going to be:

Are you physically able to book it out of there? ---> BOOK IT OUT OF THERE.

(I, um, wrote the driver's license plate on my hand, and then got my hand greasy putting the chain on my bike, and then I washed my hand. Thanks, me.)

(Also I am trying not to be overly cynical but I do not feel like the NYPD is inclined to take the side of the cyclist in an accident.)

Adrenaline is a heck of a pain-killer, and I was bad at assessing my injuries, which turned out to be a couple of nasty bruises where the tubes of the bike jolted against my legs. Still not anything I need medical attention for, but I feel bad knowing that I would have taken some of my options away had things been worse than I initially guessed.

I got a replacement for my debit card but I also lost my laundry card which had like $17 on it. :(

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Now that I think more on it, I think my problem with "Winger" isn't so much that the gay character is subjected to horrible violence just to teach the straight main character a positive life lesson, as that the gay character is subjected to horrible violence just to prove what a sweet, sensitive guy the main character is.

Also, the girl in the story has no personality whatsoever except that she's the main character's friend and he pines after her and (for no earthly reason) she falls in love with him.

It got really great reviews. I don't know, maybe I'm just terminally grumpy.