In addition to the recent revelation that I'm geometrically-challenged--which I discovered while trying to gift wrap a parcel--I've discovered yet another intellectual deficiency: tonight's Good Charlotte concert (the last of The Big Gig '03) has taught me that being physically co-ordinated is just not my thing. On Benji's command to jump, I promptly complied... and bashed my shin against the bleacher in front of me. Ouch. (The bleeding has stopped but it's still a little swollen.) Growing up, I was constantly reminded by my brother that, being able to play the piano, I should manifest hand-eye co-ordination and co-ordination in general. Well, I've officially given up hope that I'm just a late bloomer and conclusively declare myself utterly and comprehensively unco-ordinated. Watch out lamppost, it might be your turn next. Again.