This is funny: "A woman isn't legally responsible for injuries her boyfriend suffered while they were having consensual sex...The man, identified only as John Doe in court papers, filed suit against the woman in 1997, claiming she was negligent when she suddenly changed positions, landed awkwardly on him and fractured his penis."

I learned that I should start to leave my telephone at work on Fridays. My best friend called me today to see how I was feeling with my ribs and injuries, and something about a message I had left for her yesterday. Here's the thing. I don't remember calling her yesterday.

So afterwards, I go to my outgoing calls, and from the last call I remember making (to some guy I had met at the bar who was too drunk to correctly program my number into his telephone) to the next one I remember making (my voicemail this morning), there are 7 (yes 7) telephone calls. (Though two of them appear to be to the same person and should only count as one.) And one was to some guy I haven't talked to for over a year. I clearly should not be trusted with my cell phone when drinking...