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[nonionay]

It's last night. My foot, though rapidly improving, is aching from too much walking. I aim myself for the couch, thinking of the relief it will provide. My good foot tangles in a phone cord, and I go flying. Keffy, in the corner, secretly prays I don't land on her Playstation, which she's known longer than me.

I'm hoping this a third-time-the-charm thing, like when I was nearly killed by three turning cars over three weeks earlier this year.

In other news...
Last night I was yelled at for...
"betweto"
and
forgetting to use an awesome plot device I set up.

Photographic evidence may follow.