I fell down the subway steps and managed to slash the inside of my mouth. No, I was not intoxicated. I tripped on my own foot. Anyways, I frightened many Korean civilians by spurting blood from my mouth trying to ask for help. Some old lady screamed and ran, leaving behind one of her slippers. I received stitches and have to rinse my mouth with a disgusting adobe red mouthwash to prevent infection. My lower jaw is swollen. While resting, I have been catching up on my reading and noticing many things about Korea, which I will write about when I feel like it.

It's almost Korean Thanksgiving. I hope to heal by then. I must eat.