It's only wednesday?

It's only Wednesday, and I have already accomplished two, count 'em, TWO spectacular falls. Here are their stories:

Some background on fall number one. Until my new lease starts, my parents have graciously allowed me to bunk up in their basement for 3 weeks, thus allowing me the time I need to thoroughly wash and clean everything I own from being in the building of smoke for 5 months. This, needless to say, involves loads upon loads of laundry. Also, if you know me, you know it is impossible for me to accomplish any sort of task without music playing in the background. Music is necessary to distract me from the task at hand, and to prompt spontaneous dance parties.

So. I'm downstairs, surrounding by piles of clothing for the washer, and I say to myself, "Hey, self, you should put on some music. There's a load of clothes upstairs that you just folded, you need to put those away, so crank up the jams!" I answered myself, "What a great idea! Let me just grab my laptop!" Laptop found, I plug it into the outlet on the wall. Problem number one - I will need the floor to set my clothes, where shall I put my laptop? I know! On my bed! On the other side of the room! Excellent. Let me just stretch the cord out nice and straight, about 10 inches off of the ground...ah, perfect. Got the music under control.

Now where is that load of laundry....upstairs. Ok, I'll go get it. Whoops, gotta step over this cord here, don't want to unplug the laptop. I run upstairs, grab the laundry, do the "laundry gimp" down the stairs, ensuring that I don't lose any of the socks during the trek, and enter my room to see the perfect spot to set my folded laundry down. I head that way, with a purpose, which is how I always walk, until.....BOOM. Music cuts off, folded clothes go everywhere, and there I sit, tangled in a laptop power cord that until very recently had been plugged into the wall. Great.

But that's ok, one huge fall a week is usually my quota, so at least that was out of the way by Monday evening. BUT WAIT!




Usual transition from "Lindy Lindy" to the Amelia Earhart scene: I deliver my exit line: (WOMAN ONE screams and runs offstage). **Sidenote** I hate that part. **Back to the story** I then run off stage right, throw off my beret, continue to run behind the projector, throw on my leather jacket and scarf, take a quick swig of water, then enter stage left for my scene. In about 15 seconds. Usually not a problem.

TODAY'S transition from "Lindy Lindy" to the Amelia Earhart scene: I deliver my exit line. I still hate it. I run off stage right, throw off my beret, continue to run behind the projector, step on Jim's coat on the floor, and instead of running behind the projector, my feet slide out from under me, I hit the floor like a ton of bricks, and slide about 5 feet INTO the projector, knocking it about a foot from it's position. Wonderful! As I'm getting to my feet, laughing hysterically (because let's face it, I fall often enough that if I don't find it funny, I'm going to be one unhappy person) I notice that neither Brendan or Adam is laughing. They are looking at me as though worried I might not be able to stand. I get up, still laughing, imagining what it must have looked like for them to be looking at me like that. Brendan readjusts the projector, now laughing himself, I throw on my jacket and scarf, skip my swig of water because I am now out of time, take a last look at Adam, who is also now laughing, and enter stage left for my scene.

I may have bruises tomorrow...