Just your average Sunday at a work site in the subway at 125. No one working and a posted copy of The Ten Commandments, in Spanish, of course.
I just saw another interesting thing in Spanish. A guy was wearing a shirt that proclaimed he was Mexican, not Latino, as they are from Latin America, and nor was he Hispanic, but I missed the justification.
I've got school tonight, which means that I didn't sleep enough last night, which will be a great combination with my professor's monotone. I like the professor, and I like the material, but it's just so easy to tune out.
I banged my knuckle at TKD last night, but I don't remember when or how. Just at one point I opened and closed my hand and it hurt. Now I have a bruise and it creaks a little, but nothing like the wince-worthy pain just after I got it. It's always weird to me to get little injuries I don't remember getting because they didn't hurt when I got them.
Erin and I repaired my chair last night, so yay for more chairs!