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I tripped over the cleaning lady's vacuum cord, that was stretched out across the aisle way. I hit the cement floor with a layer of thin carpet hard with my left wrist and my right knee.
I'm sore but I'm old. (I feel drunk but I'm sober. I'm sane but I'm overwhelmed. I've got one hand in my pocket and the other one is beat to shreds. Sorry Alanis.) My knee is giving out if I'm not careful. I wish it would have broken in two.
I should be put to pasture. I'll live with the cows. They would be nice to me. Anything. Anything but this life. Truly.
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