mykel

So there are these steps leading down into the office, like 2 or 3 of them. One time, the first year I was here, I slipped on them and fell and couldn't walk for something like 2 weeks. Earlier that day, I had experienced my first snow. So instead of getting to go out and play in the snow, I had to sit around my room playing video games and making Tyler carry me to the bathroom.
So, tonight, I was carrying my dinner (a cheese sandwich and soda), and tyler was yelling at me (as usual) and I slipped on these same damn steps and landed right on my back. I'm ok, but it hurts like hell. And I'm out of mustard, so I don't get to have another sandwich.
At least I can still walk. And live.

Seriously, it can only keep getting worse until, at some point, I just die. I guess that's what life is, right?
I fucking hate it here.