I left with one Band-Aid® on my middle left toe, the one I tried to run over with the stove, and arrived with two: I sneezed, I guess it affected my gait, and I pulled a flap of skin on the same foot's big toe. I was glad I had pocketed the other Band-Aid®s. I used the bigger one, I think it had Buzz Lightyear on it. I swapped it out at synagogue for something less pretty and less messy. I was there after seven, but made the minyan.
I like David less and less. Monarchy seems such a strange way to arrange things, except for all the other ways.
I was kind of vocal in Dimitri Ostrovsky's class as well. There's this dumb-ass parable about the moon and the sun. It didn't do it for me, to be brief.