Listening: The sound of traffic outside.

Reading (perhaps quality): The Sisters: The Saga of the Mitford Family by Mary S. Lovell.

Reading (definitely pulp): Nothing.

Drinking: Much water.

January 05, 2006
10:44 pm

Guess who's got a bruised chin? Well, I don't know if anyone else does but I do. And if you're guessing it was some New Years debauchery you'd be all wrong - the truth is more ridiculous than that.

Imagine you're in my apartment and it's about 7:45 this morning. My hair is still wet but up in a twist so it doesn't get my jacket wet,
I'm dressed in a suit so I can look professional for this new detail I'm on. I'm heading out the door - the cat's fed but meowing sadly,
I've got a purse over my arm and a heavy trash bag in each hand (with the upcoming party and my move I'm getting rid of things slowly). I'm walking down the three flights of stairs and on the second floor a couple of steps from the landing my heel catches. I drop the bags and launch forward with my left foot on the bottom stair and my right foot touching the far wall. While the semi-split action was a good stretch for my legs it led to a big rip up the back of my skirt. I considered going in with my skirt sliced up to about an inch under my backside then remembered they hired me as a bright young thing, not as a fiiiiine young thing.

And the chin? Well, while the wall stopped by foot my chin continued on, I smacked it on the bottom a little to the right side. Luckily didn't bite my tongue or anything but its still sore and I'm watching closely for anything big and black and blue.

Anyways, am meeting up with a friend for drinks after work, figure then I'll go home and do some mending. That, and sticking with flats for the rest of the week.

Doing (life and related tasks): A minimum of cleaning for this weekend.

Doing (crafty stuff): Scrap yarn knitting.

Wanting: You know, I think I'm okay right now.

Anticipating: My Three Kings Day party this weekend.