more poor me

a couple of days ago... wednesday, was it?... i fell over in the parking lot. completely ate it. even tore a hole in the knee of my pants, which i haven't done since seventh grade when i tore my brand new jeans (i remember clearly because i was so mad). there was no ice or anything; i would like use the excuse that i was sick and it was windy (i was and it was), but really i just got distracted and fell over.

i decided to think it was funny, though, because it was, and proceeded to tell people about it. only when i told my mom yesterday, wanting sympathy for the gigantic gash in my hand, i got this instead:
me: "i fell over in the parking lot the other day. look, it hurts!"
mom: "were you drunk?"
me: "no, i was at work"
mom: "were you drinking?"
me: "i'm sick and i was at work"

siiiiiiiiigh.