My day
So today, I am sitting in my chair underneath my bed, talking to Josh on the phone.
This chair is one of those rocking-type chairs.
I lean back a little.
The chair leans back a lot. It dumps me out.
I hit the back of my head on the bed stabilizer.
Then on my bookcase.
Books and pictures come falling down on me.
"Shit," I say automatically, as Josh asks what's going on.
I burst into tears. Josh starts freaking out.
We finish our phone conversation. I fall asleep. Not the most brilliant thing ever, but eh, obviously I am still alive.
Meh. Why do these things always happen?
This chair is one of those rocking-type chairs.
I lean back a little.
The chair leans back a lot. It dumps me out.
I hit the back of my head on the bed stabilizer.
Then on my bookcase.
Books and pictures come falling down on me.
"Shit," I say automatically, as Josh asks what's going on.
I burst into tears. Josh starts freaking out.
We finish our phone conversation. I fall asleep. Not the most brilliant thing ever, but eh, obviously I am still alive.
Meh. Why do these things always happen?