Ouchless

This morning I broke my fifteen-year absence of semi-serious falling-related accidents and fell flat on my arse, only after having my left knee being caught underneath me, resulting in an excruciating graze. I hope nobody slipped on all the skin I left behind on the pavement.

I waddled into work to find John M. Thank God Eugene wasn't back yet, because he'd probably be hung over and try to disinfect my wound with a bottle of Agrum.

Met Jez after work to eat at Makoto and Passionflower. When he handed me my new pink DS I tried to open the box and instead flung it onto the floor.

I couldn't really think about anything else other than how much I wanted to cut my entire left leg off so I could escape the mindboggling pain that radiated from my patella. Even the sex was painful, especially when Jez, without noticing, pressed his arm against my knee (hard) at what was probably the most inappropriate time of all.

We spent the rest of the afternoon sitting in the backyard playing EBA and Mariokart, and taking a nap after which I wanted to tie myself to the bed in protest of not wanting to leave.