OK, so if you've been reading this for a while, you know a little about me, including that I'm a bit... ungraceful. OK, I'm a klutz. So how do you think I got the shiner?

A. Softball game gone bad.

B. WWF finals - Damn. The Rock got me in the end.

C. Tripped and fell over absolutely nothing, and then whacked my eye on a can of paint that was sitting on the floor.

D. Neal and I saw Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon last weekend, and since then, it's been all Jackie Chan, all the time around here.

E. Combat training. I'm trying out for Boot Camp.

F. I asked too many questions from a local politician, and well, he popped me.

G. Damn seagulls.

H. Miss Budina vs. Jamie Showdown: There can be only one.

I. None of the above.

D is the closest. Poor Neal feels so bad. We were just googing around on the couch last night, wrestling and poking and tickling and giggling. The next thing I knew, his elbow and my eye collided in mid-air. Hard.

It didn't turn purple till today, and I'm afraid it's going to get worse before it gets better. But that's OK. I just hope it's better before I fly out to L.A. Thursday night.

Oh, yeah. I'm going to L.A. next weekend. More on that later.