Who says my skin doesn't discolour? (Part II)

Part two of my "who says I can't bruise" episodes. If you've been reading my blog religiously (I can't imagine anyone who would) then you'd remember that part one took place last December. This bruise is from the play I'm in right now. I play a servant called John Rugby. Yes, a man. And I'm abused and thrown around stage a lot. But I'm not going to lie to you. I got that bruise on my own. I stormed off stage after a scene (in which my character was very angry) and I continued to walk at a fast pace into the dark wings. Then I banged my knee into a black box. Smooth Zen.