Skull and Sheetrock

I was at a construction site yesterday and I BLASTED my head on a low hanging piece of sheet rock (pictured). I keep my hair pretty short, so there was no padding whatsoever and I caught the full wrath of the crudely cut edge in the very top of my skull. It snapped my neck back and made the nearby drywall guy laugh out loud. I'm 5' 11" and this shit was only 5' 8" or so. Why have a hole in a wall like that? Well, it's eventually going to be a window, but now is open to the floor so the contractors can easily get in and out- and dumbasses like me can bash their heads. This experience was a super bummer for me... but drywall guy was stoked. I left feeling like a douche, but then a funny thing happened... My exceedingly lame week suddenly went on a nice upswing: Got a call about a BBQ, went and ate some chicken, enjoyed a few High Life tall-boys, won at poker, Rover came home (okay Rover didn't come home, since he never left, since I don't have a dog, but you get the point). Good Vibes. I'm waiting to step in dogshit or something, so I can have more nice things happen to once again strike a balance.