Commuted by train today since my bike is still in police custody after my accident last week. I gotta pick it up today and of course, I forgot my receipt so I have to go home first. Apparently, the wheel's out of true too so I have to get that fixed before I hop back on. Commuting by train was interesting since I had forgotten temporarily where I worked and what station to get off. But deep down I knew since I walked straight to where I was supposed to get on/off to make the exit out of Grand Central quicker. I also got a chance to hit the coffee shop I hadn't gone to since I started bike commuting. They remembered me and I ordered my usual breakfast. The swollen lump on my face is almost all gone, the scrapes turned into scabs which then flaked off by Monday morning (good thing cuz it was really tempting me to pick at them) and now all I have left is a black eye which I didn't have until a few days after the accident. I'll just tell people I got it at my in-laws during Christmas.