I am a warrior, not

My car door attacked me this morning. It was raining and I was trying to get into the car as quickly as possible. By the time I got to work I realized I was bleeding. Luckily it wasn’t a very deep cut, however, I’ve been gradually feeling loopier and loopier as the day goes on. I’m working in the local and family history section of the library right now, covering for Anne while she’s at supper. I really hope nobody asks me any questions because I’m afraid I’d be rather useless (acually, I’ve been rather useless all day. I haven’t accomplished much except for updating our roladex). I’ll be homeward bound in less than an hour. I shall make it for I am a warrior.
-C