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On my way from 826 to the place down the street where I was going to get a pedicure (what? I'm going to Florida next week and everything in the world sucks and I need all the help I can get, even if some of that help is thoughtfully applied peachy-pink nailpolish and a foot massage) I fell down. I tripped over my big stupid feet and hit the pavement hard--I scraped both my knees and my hands, ripped my jeans, scraped the top of my toes. I haven't fallen down like that since I was about nine, and I am mightily pissed off that there is noone around to pretend to be sympathetic. Feel sorry for me, please.