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Super Klutz! [cue cheesy off-key fanfare]
My extreme klutz moments have become rather infrequent since high school, to the point that I occasionally forget just how much of a klutz I can be. I was reminded last night.
True Brian imprisoned my foot (why? because it was there, and why not?) during World Tree last night, and I made the mistake of attempting to free myself. I started to shift my weight to pull free, managed to overbalance, and then went from vertical to horizontal very quickly and with no warning. My shoulder broke my fall, my elbow got enough rug-burn to remove a layer of skin in places, and I think I cracked my head on Chris' chair as I went past. Ow.
And to complete the evening, I went home to put ice on my as-yet invisible bruises. Only to find that my ice trays are empty- I use ice so infrequently that the cubes literally evaporated (or something) in the trays. Filling them up again to make more ice resulted in water all over the few square feet of tile that pretends to be a kitchen floor in my apartment. A fitting end to the entire incident.
My bruises still have yet to make themselves visible, but I can feel them. I'm a bit stiff and kind of sore, though I suppose my ego is bruised more than anything.
True Brian imprisoned my foot (why? because it was there, and why not?) during World Tree last night, and I made the mistake of attempting to free myself. I started to shift my weight to pull free, managed to overbalance, and then went from vertical to horizontal very quickly and with no warning. My shoulder broke my fall, my elbow got enough rug-burn to remove a layer of skin in places, and I think I cracked my head on Chris' chair as I went past. Ow.
And to complete the evening, I went home to put ice on my as-yet invisible bruises. Only to find that my ice trays are empty- I use ice so infrequently that the cubes literally evaporated (or something) in the trays. Filling them up again to make more ice resulted in water all over the few square feet of tile that pretends to be a kitchen floor in my apartment. A fitting end to the entire incident.
My bruises still have yet to make themselves visible, but I can feel them. I'm a bit stiff and kind of sore, though I suppose my ego is bruised more than anything.