That was fun.
I was woken up at 7:30 this morning by the sound of someone ringing our doorbell insistently. In my sleep, I was worried that one of my roommates had maybe locked themselves out or there was some other emergency or Rammstein was ready to perform a private show for me so I got out of bed and opened the front door only to make it about 2 steps before I slipped and tumbled.
And tumbled, and tumbled, and tumbled.
I honestly have no idea how far I fell - I just remember thinking in the middle of it that I had died and was in limbo where I would proceed to fall for all eternity. Thankfully, all I ended up with was a scraped hand, a bruised elbow and some very sore thighs - I'm really lucky I fell the way I did.
Did I mention that when I got to the door no one was there?
Urgh.
Other than that little mishap, things are really starting to fall into place. I absolutely adore the people I work with and I'm totally in love with my apartment. Speaking of which, this is where I'm calling it because my beautiful roommate is making me dinner.
Peace.
