Hmm. . . Let's see. Morning's going great at the moment. Let me tell you, I'm starting to feel more and more graceful and carefree. :D
The house is, for once, clean. I feel I can walk anywhere without having to dodge shoes, clothes, notebooks, papers, etc. It's very nice. I don't have to watch where I walk anymore. . . . Anyone see anything wrong with that?
Well. (sits up straighter)
While trying to lead my cat out of my room, doing some sort of mix of 'come-hither' and 'get-the-fuck-out-of-my-room-already' I walked into the outer corner in my hallway. Strike One. (Oh, and it didn't work, by the way. Something about me making a fool of myself that seemed to, um, make me less intimidating.)
Then, when sitting down at the desk, the chair twisted and my best finger (ie. my middle finger) got caught between a plastic place and a wooden place. Strike Two. (Though we're still well enough off that I can type as easily as ever.)
We've yet to see what strike three is, but, please let it not be tripping. I'm not sure I could handle the shame. *mock swoons*
There will indeed be an update. (and hopefully not soon . . .)
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