my poor shin.

yesterday, i went shopping.
i got like, 5 pairs of shorts, and 4 bras.
[oh, i found out, i'm a 36C.]
after i got home, i had this headache, so i took some advil, and went to bed.

i woke up this morning.
and my headache? was a fucking killer.
so, i didn't go to school.

i got up at 11.00am-ish, and went to a walk in clinic, to get looked at, for different reasons.
and i made a friend!
this little asain girl. so cute.
i was looking at a wheres waldo book, because i'm a champ, and she was looking over my shoulder at it, so i was like:
"wanna look at it with me?"
"yes!"
so we counted the fishies and i taught her to say 'bingo!' when she did something right.
then i asked her how old she was. she didn't know.
so i asked her:
"are you... 33?"
"yes, i'm firty-free."

she's the greatest.

ANYWAYS.

i came home, and i went back to bed.
my headache is gone now.
and i went downstairs to watch CSI.
at a commercial break, i went upstairs to get something.
and i tripped up the stairs.

as i'm tripping, i was holding a plate.
here's my thought process: DON'T BREAK THE PLATE FOR FUCKS SAKE, DO NOT BREAK THE PLATE.
good news, i didn't break the plate.
instead, i bruised my shin like fuck, and my knee hurts when i bend it, and my elbow... don't even get me started on my elbow.

that was my day today.
i made a friend, almost died, and saved a plate.

on a scale of one, to chuck norris, i think i'm roughly in the middle.

smellyalata,

krisi :)