Ouch.

This afternoon, while walking out of 7-11 with Jake, I tripped over a weird crumbly dip in their parking lot and fell flat on my front, somehow breaking the fall a little bit with my wrists. In the process I skinned the top of my ankle and both knees. Plus, two slurpees bit the dust. Now my left wrist and ankle are killing me. To add insult to injury, Jake wouldn't go back in and get two more slurpees. If the machine that makes the coke ones had been working I would have insisted.

G.