wet feet.

okay - so iris and i have been living in this apartment since september. i have been living here successfully and safely up until today.

i ran into grace on campus today, and she came over to watch shark tale. i decided to take a quick shower before we started the movie. i shower, and step out onto the floor, the mat absent for today (as it has been for the past few weeks). i wrap by towel around myself, grab my clothes and start toward the door. i open the door. just as i step from the bathroom to the hall my wet feet fly out from under me - i don't only fall once, but three times. ask me how, i don't know. >bang<>bang<>bang< i hit my face. i hit my knee. i hit my shoulder. and i'm down for the count. grace turns around to see me on the floor. i am laughing, she is laughing and i pull myself up and hobble into my room.

how many times have i come out of the bathroom with wet feet and make it successfully to my room? ALL YEAR! but today, oh this once, wet feet decide to punish me. i still chuckle at the thought of it as i rub the bruises on my knee, shoulder, face and wrist. oh what a day.