Some days you fall down the stairs a bit more than you would on any other day, and you think, hey, well, there goes my coccyx, but it's probably not actually fractured, so it's not that bad.
The real pity is that you're now a bit too bruised to run, for at least a couple of days, and this sucks if you've only been back on the proverbial wagon for three days!
Alas! the Universe doesn't want me to be fit and healthy and awesome! Either that, or I'm just super duper clumsy, and should probably try not falling down the stairs, and see how that works as a long-term strategy.
Cons of falling down stairs: pain, embarrassment, constantly having to double-check spelling of "coccyx"
Pros of falling down stairs: actually kind of funny, people bring you food in bed
In other news, MOLEHILLS, MOLEHILLS EVERYWHERE, SO MANY OF THEM. I've never really been that bothered, but once it gets to a point where there's not really a lawn to speak of, but maybe tiny patches of green between HUNDREDS UPON HUNDREDS OF MOLEHILLS, you get a bit weird about it. And I'm definitely feeling weird about it! There are too many molehills! There should not be this many molehills! The environmental impact of this many molehills should be studied.
Oh god the molehills.
So many.
Help.
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