Having survived a boulder destroying my car but not laying so much as a scratch or ache on me, I ended my week in the only appropriate fashion. I slipped on a restaurant's wet floor, fell hard, and royally screwed up my knee.
Being me is exhausting.
Musings from the Round Mound of Unprofound
Having survived a boulder destroying my car but not laying so much as a scratch or ache on me, I ended my week in the only appropriate fashion. I slipped on a restaurant's wet floor, fell hard, and royally screwed up my knee.
Being me is exhausting.