This week in oh, crap
As has been explained time and time again, I bruise about as easily as I careen widly into things.
I was walking down the steps in my building thinking of various curses for my roommates (and ladies, if you’re reading this, I’ve almost completely lost my tolerance for your indolence and general inability to function. Not shouting your shortcomings in small words is very difficult. 13 days!). Karma must have kicked in - though I think it should seriously readjust its priorities - because I dropped one of my mittens on the steps. I then proceeded to step on said mitten and went down about a half flight of stairs. Sobbing, I drove myself to my mother’s house, so that I would not have to be carted down three flights of stairs if something had broken. Luckily, I think I’m okay, though there is an extremely foul bruise the size of a guinea pig on my ass.
Unlike usual, I’m sparing you the picture. And I really can’t describe in words how much it hurts to generally move. Grimaces are really the only effective medium.
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