The babe was sleeping at my place on Wednesday while I went for e-Business paper after her "breakfast delivery". Came back and it was my turn to fall asleep and by the time I woke up it was 1900 plus at night.
So we left my house around 2000 for dinner at TM. Guess what?! I tripped and sprained my ankle at my doorstep. So smart. I sprain my ankle like on an average of once every 2 months. Why am I so damn clumsy.
Obviously it's swollen and I'm limping slightly when I walk. If I were to get robbed now, it'll be perfect timing for the robber because I'm walking in slow mo, much less run after the bugger. -grumbles-
Gave work a miss because I don't want to stand for hours and aggravate the situation but I'm headed to work tomorrow because I can't afford to miss it anymore. Plus, there's We Love House tomorrow where I specially requested for opening shift at work so I can head down. I haven't Zouk-ed for more than 2 weeks already. |:
So that's why I've been staying home. All because of supplementary papers and a busted ankle but I'm going out tomorrow, unless my ankle decides to dislocate itself and cripple me.
Why am I so clumsy please?!
"And after all, you're my wonderwall."
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