OMG, this "heart" is so me. (Except for the self-serve check out lines. I hate to do anything that might put somebody else out of work. So, I suffer through the regular line, pretending to be very engrossed in reading the tabloid headlines about UFOs, the botched plastic surgeries of celebrities I've never heard of and 30kg Chilean newborns.)

Land of Animal Pals (I'd never leave there), except maybe to sail on the Sea of Books to the museums.

Funnily enough, as an introvert, my injury has had an upside: people ignore the disabled. After a quick, "what the heck?" stare, they pretend I'm invisible. Sweet.