Bruised Ribs

My ribs are bruised beyond human comprehension. Precious blood has been diverted from my brain to my lungs in a vain attempt to soothe the sharp, stabbing pain that occurs with every breath. Thus, the brain is on emergency power mode, barely operating with enough power to fire off a few neurons and synapses. Motor skills have been reduced to the basics. I eat, I breath, I have generalized motor skills, I have avoided soiling my britches (as of this writing). My speech patterns have been sporadic throughout the day, vacillating between simple sentences and paleolithic grunts. Pointing has become the communication of choice. In conclusion, bicycle- related pontificating must be suspended in these desperate times. Enjoy these highlights from www.cuteoverload.com, my only solace in these dark days...