Beaten, bruised and bloody

So yesterday before all the cleaning and productivity and whatnot, I tripped and fell onto the bottom drawer of my armoire. I managed to wrench my neck pretty badly, with the result being major, hadache-inducing ouch, and smash up my elbow. But the worst of it is where the corner of the drawer intersected my thigh--I have a big purple bruise with a cross marked on it. . .maybe I can pass it off as some sort of mystical sign. But I couldn't sleep very well last night, because I usually sleep on my right side. And I wasn't gonna whine about it, but I really need a massage at this point. So if anyone wants to give me one, I will cook for you. Something tasty. Possibly chocolate angel food cake.

Finished the To Do list, except for the homework. Will eventually get to it, but I have more interesting stories to write.
Hungry. It might be lunchtime if I can find somethinng appealing and non-dairy-based. I had too much milk yesterday, which is probably contributing to my headache.
HOLY CRAP there's a drag queen outside my window?! I think? More on this later.

Update :Drag queens and bruises

What is going on here? I have seen three drag queens--one might have been attempting to pass, but honey, no--in the past two days . On the street. In broad daylight. Where have they come from? And can I hang out with them?

Bruise update--the cross has faded, but it is the size of my palm. I keep reinjuring it on the tram. And for some obscure reason I'm really averse to puttling Aloe Aid or comfrey goo on it. I have no clue why.