I knew it.

I just knew it. Burger King *is* trying to kill me. Last night the plate glass window in the door to the manager's office came out. On me. An inch long gash, a pint of blood and an hour later and I'm at the ER trying to get someone to flag down a doctor and waiting for my parents. 11 stiches on the left side of my forehead. Lump the size of Arkansas and a killer headache. What's worse - I still have to go to work tomorrow. Man, it is amazing how much blood someone can lose and still not pass out.