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11/30/2006: "You've got to be kidding me"

I

fell

down

the stairs.

It wasn't one of those falls where your foot slips and you slide down on your ass. Oh no. It was full-fledged, head first, plunging through the air. The only reason I didn't do a faceplant at the bottom is because about 3/4 of the way down I hit my head on the low ceiling/wall outcropping. Everything was moving in slow motion and I actually had enough time to think, "hmm, that's funny, I wonder what that bright flash was." (That would be the head injury.) I ended up sprawled on the floor with a scrape on my ankle and a bigger scrape and a lump on my ass.

And this is why I'm sitting in bed and not skating at Roller Garden.