05.22.04

I am the queen of clumsiness. The rashest of the rash. *laugh* They say pride goeth before a fall, and so it did yesterday.

In the Alchemy office during class I leapt up onto the long table that bisects the tiny room. Nimbly I picked across the table, avoiding notebooks and fingers. Like fair Tatiana, I wafted to the other side of the room. Until...

I stepped across to the built-in bookshelf. Something flung a large chunk of gravity at me. Down I plunged, like Icarus, like Prometheus, like Gerald Ford. Binky, who was sitting at the computer next to the shelves, caught me and prevented more (and worse) damage.

Graceful as really horrible ballerina. *sigh*

*laugh*

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