I fell again yesterday at the library. I slipped on a puddle of water and skinned my knee through my sweat pants. Today i have a gnarly bruise to match the others on my other knee. I called my mom and told her that i fell again, and she asked me if i was drunk. The sad thing is that every time i fall i am sober. Since last Sunday, i have fallen three times. that's once every three days. I am a certifiable klutz. I have gotten used to it. It comes in waves. Sara recommended that i wear shoes that i won't fall in. The depressing thing is that i have fallen, tripped or somehow bruised myself in every pair of shoes that i own. It would be easy to blame the inanimate object that i put on my feet, but it is all me. God help me.
The rain has died down somewhat, but still coming down, as it is predicted to do so all day. 100% chance of rain. Baseball is probably rained out against MU, yet again this year.
I was sitting on a bench at walnut and JQH parkway and saw some family friends last night. I also got waved at by an older gentleman i couldn't recognize until he came back around. It was my boss from sports info. He asked me if i still had an office key. Eye roll. It seemed so random.
This also gave me an idea: Top 10 reasons you know you are a true Springfieldian. I don't know if i want to be proud of it.
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