Unidentified Bruises

My forearms and shins and hips are marked by those mystery bruises. You know the ones, small and round, and you can't remember for the life of you what you walked into. The kind of bruises you get when you're so distracted with the rest of the world, and on your period, and generally never getting as much sleep as you rightfully deserve, that you could walk into the side of a parked car and continue dreamily trying to step through it until some one kindly takes you by the arm and leads you safely across the street (don't laugh). The kind of bruises you get when you start to resemble one of those wind-up robots that keeps on motoring forward, no matter what gets in its path. You know those robots that if you stand them on their heads try to walk on air.
You know. You all know what I'm talking about, all ye windy, bruised robots. It's midterm time, and if you don't know what I'm talking about, you're obviously a drama major.

Cheers,
silverlined83@yahoo.ca