Day 2

...of my imprisonment. Still can't walk much, legs won't bend. The good thing is that, since I've been hurt quite a few times, I'm good at adapting. That's what will be on my tombstone: An example of ergonomical adaptation.

But I'm bored of getting hurt! every year!!! And stupidly, too. Last year, about the same time, I fell from the shower. There was something a lot more spectacular than this year, though, with the need for firefighters and EMS to get me to a hospital (where it was proven, yet again, that I don't break). Made for a nice story, once the blues and purples and blacks had disappeared from my body.

But this time? pff. Not even a story to get out of it.

So, Iced coffee. Seems like a good solution, don't you think?