I took a fall tonight. Unfortunately it wasn’t anywhere exciting: I was carrying a bunch of groceries, had just got into my apartment block, and then proceeded to trip on the very first step leading up to my flat.

My left arm was pinned down by my pack of groceries (in left hand), and one of those huge packs of toilet paper (under left arm pit). It’s odd how I had enough time to think: “Bugger, no way to stop myself,” and then, “Fuck, gonna break my groceries.”

Thankfully, all the groceries were just fine. And so was I! Except that a nail I began tearing last week now tore completely into the quick, and was bloody (no pain, thankfully).

Now I just feel stupid for tripping on stairs.