...well, not really; I had a mysterious crash: I was coming down Cambridge Street in Boston yesterday evening at 8:00. I remember waiting for the light at Staniford Street, then starting across the intersection, then being laid out on my back with cops and firefighters looking at me, but by then I had somehow got to the bottom of the hill so that I was (conveniently) right in front of Mass. General. I heard one cop say he thought I just fell over, but someone else said I must have been hit (and pride and experience tell me that falling over on my face is not something usually do without prompting), so if anyone happened to be in the area at the time and saw anything, do let me know. In the mean time, I'll have to delay my appearance on America's Next Top Model.