On Monday this week, I skidded out on my bicycle and scraped up my right knee. It left this wicked awesome scab. It hurt like crap, but now it doesn't, it just looks way cool.
On Tuesday, the back tire went completely flat and I had to call for a ride home. I had to load the bike in the back of the car, but to do that I had to put the back seat down so it would fit in the trunk. Mom was parked in a parking space and sitting in the driver's seat, and she forgot to put it in park, so while I was standing at the door to the back seat she took her foot off the brake. The car rolled right over my right foot. Surprisingly, it didn't break every single toe it rolled over. Understandably I freaked out and just started screaming at her to drive forward. She rolled off it and my foot's fine. It took her a minute to understand what I was screaming about, but when you roll forward a little and someone screams at you to keep doing it, you just do it and sort everything out later.
On Wednesday, I walked to and from my new job, about forty-five minutes away, I was wearing my saddle shoes (I do wear saddle shoes IRL, though I don't wear them all the time) and there's a split worn in the right sole. It wasn't a problem until the walk home, where pebbles kept getting up in it and I ended up with a huge blister in the bottom of my foot.
I'm kind of afraid to leave the house today. Though each discomfort has been migrating lower so maybe now the weird curse is in the floor and it won't affect me. Or whatever. I'm kind of curious now, actually.
Listening to: Lake Freeze: The Raccoons Songtrack
Reading: The A-Team: Death Vows
Watching: The Raccoons
Playing: Farmville 2 Country Escape