I Need A Protection Order, Against Myself
Published 29.6.05 by Porkchop | E-mail this post
Same stairs. Same ankle. Same doctor.
Different outfit: white linen, no ruined shoes. Different consensus: must stay off ankle for three weeks. Different circumstances: the steps were super slippery because of all the rain.
Regardless. I am a idiot. With a bum ankle. And a weekend of foot-propping ahead.
I am so pathetic, I don't even deserve flowers.
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