Saturday, April 18, 2009

I've been falling down in public a lot lately. A couple of weeks ago, I toppled over walking up a staircase in the art building and a random person behind me told me not to worry, that these are m.c. escher stairs, and then just walked away.

I have had perpetually scabby knees since I started to walk. Someday I will grow out of it, though I am starting to fear that it will be when i am a septegenarian and bedridden.

So now I am sporting one broken toe, two skinned knees, and a very bruised ego. Anyone who loves me can buy me a new pair of grey tights cause I ripped them.