About that bus--that schoolbus, full of children.
I apologize for updating with one sentence that was to leave you hanging for days. It happened that as I was on the way home from the grocery store with Alex and Derrick the latter ran a red light (or so everyone but himself believes) causing our collision with a schoolbus full of children. Providentially for myself, the driver of the bus was not going very fast and slammed on brakes. Nevertheless it was still a bus and though Derrick tried to swerve, we were hit right where I happened to be sitting: backseat, passenger side. I thought I hit my head but upon further examination it seems that I was simply knocked with such force to the left that my brain must have slammed into that side of my head. It certainly felt like it and immediately following the accident it was a little hard to think. I understand now why they ask you the date or some such question when you've been hit sur la tête. Speaking and forming one's own sentences seems very easy, but for whatever reason, when someone asks a question, it seems to demand more synaptic ability. I made that up. Bien, I had a headache for the rest of the day and though I woke up the next morning expecting whiplash, I discovered that I was absolutely fine.
C'est la vie. And so in other news my mother called to tell me that I've been called in for jury duty at home. Again. However, it should be fairly easy to get out of as it has not been quite three years.
Let me see what else have I to tell you? Ah, my ankle. I do miss dancing, Ryan, I swear, and I feel rather embarrassed about it because I feel that I shouldn't have abused it so earlier on in the healing process. It has gotten considerably stronger, but there are times when I bend at the ankle, in a plié pour instance, that it hints at the old pain. But perhaps soon I will feel that dancing is no longer a risk.
And lastly, je ne suis jamais online à cause de mon ordinateur, il est malade. My computer has a virus, or two, or something that my virus software from Meredith is unable to fix and I am unable to understand. Therefore, I have turned it off and am procrastinating in deciding what to do about it, where to take it, etcetera. Suggerez? Suggestions?
Also, I'm working on my french. Because I've decided that it is time for me to become fluent. Je lit le livre Antoine de Saint-Exupéry: les lettres à sa mere. Bien, that's all.
Finis.
C'est la vie. And so in other news my mother called to tell me that I've been called in for jury duty at home. Again. However, it should be fairly easy to get out of as it has not been quite three years.
Let me see what else have I to tell you? Ah, my ankle. I do miss dancing, Ryan, I swear, and I feel rather embarrassed about it because I feel that I shouldn't have abused it so earlier on in the healing process. It has gotten considerably stronger, but there are times when I bend at the ankle, in a plié pour instance, that it hints at the old pain. But perhaps soon I will feel that dancing is no longer a risk.
And lastly, je ne suis jamais online à cause de mon ordinateur, il est malade. My computer has a virus, or two, or something that my virus software from Meredith is unable to fix and I am unable to understand. Therefore, I have turned it off and am procrastinating in deciding what to do about it, where to take it, etcetera. Suggerez? Suggestions?
Also, I'm working on my french. Because I've decided that it is time for me to become fluent. Je lit le livre Antoine de Saint-Exupéry: les lettres à sa mere. Bien, that's all.
Finis.