So I went into the garage to put Christmas decorations away up in the loft.
I set up the ladder. Took the bag with the little fake Christmas in it up to the very top of the ladder. Then the ladder decided it didn't want to be a ladder anymore, and it wanted to be a coffee table. So it went one way. And I went the opposite way. 10 feet down onto my ass. Onto the concrete garage floor. My Christmas tree broke, and I layed there like Joe Pesci in Home Alone.
So I assessed the damage, and decided I could walk. I then went in the house, and smoked up, to avoid feeling any pain. So then I went to Lowe's the hardware store place. Got some 2x4's. plywood, and shed making supplies for the movie, and movie prop stuff.
Then I went to band practice. Smoked up, and got pizza, and wings.
Then I went home, watched the Ash VS Evil Dead season finale. And Mat came over. We were gonna build the Groundhog shed tonight. But decided to build it tomorrow. And got high. And spray painted some props. One of my new favorite hobbies I might add. I'm very productive.
Now I'm laying in bed, and my legs, and ass bones are killing me.
And that was my day.
