This morning I attempted to walk my bike down a set of stairs and managed to implant, with force, the left metal pedal into my left Achilles tendon. Excruciating. I yelled so loud Sam could hear it from outside and came running in to see who was murdering me.
On the bright side, this exists: A blog devoted to Nicolas Cage's face. It's fascinating. I could look at this thing all day.
4 comments:
There is an elevator you know.
Yes, but the stairs were closer.
Are you so impaired that you are now forced to take the elevator?
No, not that impaired. But I do have a limp. More of an orphan limp than a Quasimodo. I will live.
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