Part 1

Another later night for no apparent reason.

I suppose I could share something I am quite excited about but doubt anyone will notice. About 3 years ago, as of March 2006, I tripped and fell on my way to cross Albert by the hamster cage. Had all systems been go, I would have put my arms out in front of me and caught my fall. Needless to say, all systems are never go after a random house party with an abundance of alcohol. My front left tooth took the brunt of the force, along with the knees of my very nice jeans. I didn't notice I had chipped it until we reached Grand River and I crunched down on something very hard. I'm finally getting this eyesore fixed next week.

I think most anyone who has known me for very long can attest too the fact that, despite my best efforts, I am not all that coordinated. I lack a certain "grace" much of the time. Alcohol indiscipline this trait. However I can be just as accident -prone sober.

The irony of this all is that I find one of the most amusing things in the world to be a person tripping, falling or stumbling. It is hilarious. But karma is a bitch.

I have a whole list of stupid things I've run into, bruised, broke, and sprained. Those are coming in part 2.