Today’s Event: Falling Down Without Dropping Anything
You know how you hear stories about mothers who fall down flights of stairs while holding their baby and never drop the child even though they end up suffering all sorts of injuries? These stories are told like it’s some kind of miracle of nature that makes mothers so protective of their young they will risk serious bodily injury to themselves before they will expose their child to pain. Apparently, I will risk seriously bodily injury to myself before I will risk injuring my textbook, notebook, purse and Caffeine Free Diet Pepsi. Especially my Caffeine Free Diet Pepsi.
Fell down. Sprained my ankle. Scraped my knee. Pulled something that is causing kind of a dull pain from my wrist to my neck. Bruised my ego. Taking drugs. Contemplating alcohol to supplement.
Other than that, I have finally caught up on my essay grading (::cough:: until Monday ::cough::) and finished my Women’s Studies class (which is where I was headed when I took a tumble). I have more unfinished projects than finished, but the big (not much fun) stuff is finished-- for now. The English Composition classes wrap up next Wednesday, so by the end of next week I’ll be done teaching this semester and can move on to next semester’s classes. That will be nice.
I have a mere nine e-mails in my IN box waiting for responses. Those are e-mails received since Thanksgiving, so the fact that I caught up on the pile that accumulated Thanksgiving week is pretty impressive, though I didn’t count them.
I’m behind in my holiday shopping and will probably take a couple of days off from mall-walking to let this ankle heal. Thank goodness for online shopping, but there are just some things I can’t get online. I guess I could focus on, I don’t know, writing while I’m resting the ankle. I’m looking for the silver lining here since this isn’t exactly the most convenient time to be hobbling around.
Hobble. Reminds me of Hobbit. Hobbits are not sexy. Also reminds me of Holly Hobbie. Also, not sexy. Guess I’ll be writing something with no sex in it…
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I know a girl that had sex while her arm was broken… I think before she actually got the thing in a cast… So, I’m sure YOU can make an elevated sprained ankle sexy.
And now I’m up to date on your tumble. Thank goodness you’re pepsi is okay.