there's this notorious (cursed) hammock in my sisters back yard. First it bruised my moms lower back (thing right above the cocix), now it broke my collar bone. I'm not very happy about the whole thing. The phones are still all messed up from the storm, so for quite some time i was just waiting w/ no way to contact anyone. finally i remembered that my sisters work number was on my phone, and i was able to contact her that way. now i've got a sling and some vicodins (serious disappointment), can't play bass, can't take my shirt off. showering is going to be risky business.