A few days ago, I had a rather spectacular series of falls and/or near misses, putting me in mind of one friend who has a similar talent for self-injury (haha). Don't ask why I didn't see the big flaming sign on the post - it was at EYE-level, for god's sake. So BONK, and then while busy laughing at my own idiocy/absentia, I managed also to nearly slip on the wet tiles outside Baraka (restaurant next to our building), and then started laughing even harder. I sound funny when I laugh - so people were staring at this weird clumsy niqabi who apparently has a zealous inclination to obey gravity (it's the law!).

The best part is yet to come! The day after, I had the most glorious fall down a (short) flight of stairs (don't ask me how - it was dark), and my poor anatomy will testify to said fall in RAINBOW COLOURS. I sat down with pain after that, believe me. And my clothes were all sandy, which was a rather more immediate tragedy. And this random girl saw. I think I've become more like my brother when it comes to falls - they just make me laugh (I imagine watching it, and then my mind supplies me with replays - so funny XD), and the more it hurts, the harder I laugh. I laughed reeeeeally hard.