My New Invention

My body continues to be attracted to black ice. This was possibly God's way of telling me I shouldn't go get ice cream, but damn if I didn't have a scoop of Graeter's cookie dough chip after Tim pulled me off the ground. Not only is the ice cream delicious, it also served as a makeshift ice pack for my hand. I may start marketing ice cream packs for fat asses who injure themselves. I could make a killing. A delicious delicious killing.

Honestly, the fall wasn't bad at all, it just hurts if I use my right hand too much (that's what she said) and I have a few scrapes. I just feel the need to remind everyone that I am clumsy and fall prone. As if you could forget.