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[Apr. 25th, 2003|08:26 am] |
You know that sinking feeling you get when you've screwed up and you totally know the world would be a better place if someone took you outside and shot you? I got it last night when I dropped one end of the futon on my broken foot as we were setting it up to lounge on. Lucky me got away lightly - it bounced off the top, skinning it, but didn't actually hurt any.
Tonight I'm supposed to go to the Mayor's charity gala dinner. I'm cancelling. Can't face it - going to stay in with Lisa and watch Withnail and I instead. |
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OWIE!!! I can relate. When I hurt my foot, my dad was carrying me... and he dropped me... on my foot. Feel better Random!!! No more couch dropping! | |
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