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...and I dun wanna </babyspeak>
I'm still at the 'slowly waking up' phase of my *cough* morning. Well, perhaps it isn't really morning anymore but, to me it still is. I'm only on my second coffee, had a bite to eat [wasa high-fiber crackers taste the way I imagine dehydrated pig dung tastes and you could prolly construct fallout shelters from them but that's beside the point] but I really don't want to go outside. It's not the weather, or what I have to do [go and buy a powerdrill] or even that I'm going by bike. Nope, not a problem. It's my toe you see. My toe, the middle toe on my left foot, got a bit mangled yesterday.
I had just taken posession of a somewhat large package [thank you ups, you guys rock] and was maneuvering it towards the lift in my apartment building when it happened. 'It' being the outer door [one of those steel shod heavily armoured bulletproof glass things [puts the average jail to shame really]] suddenly swung closed on me. Why? No idea, but anyway to avoid being crushed [Man dies in freak door-closing-accident] and also to avoid dropping my package, containing a rather delicate hunk of electronic wizardry [Man drops priceless server] I leaped/pirouetted/ducked away from the door, presenting my back to it and stepping away [Man makes strange movement].
Now here it comes. Because the server I was carrying weighs in at a hefty 30 kilos or so, my sudden movement to protect both myself and the machine in my arms caused me to overbalance [Man makes strange movement, then falls over like an idiot] and nearly fall. To counteract this I shot out my left leg in an effort to stay upright. You have naturally guessed what happens now in my story, and yes you're quite correct. The heavy door closes on my left foot, the metal encased point of it mashing into my poor ickle toe. Ouch.
I'm still at the 'slowly waking up' phase of my *cough* morning. Well, perhaps it isn't really morning anymore but, to me it still is. I'm only on my second coffee, had a bite to eat [wasa high-fiber crackers taste the way I imagine dehydrated pig dung tastes and you could prolly construct fallout shelters from them but that's beside the point] but I really don't want to go outside. It's not the weather, or what I have to do [go and buy a powerdrill] or even that I'm going by bike. Nope, not a problem. It's my toe you see. My toe, the middle toe on my left foot, got a bit mangled yesterday.
I had just taken posession of a somewhat large package [thank you ups, you guys rock] and was maneuvering it towards the lift in my apartment building when it happened. 'It' being the outer door [one of those steel shod heavily armoured bulletproof glass things [puts the average jail to shame really]] suddenly swung closed on me. Why? No idea, but anyway to avoid being crushed [Man dies in freak door-closing-accident] and also to avoid dropping my package, containing a rather delicate hunk of electronic wizardry [Man drops priceless server] I leaped/pirouetted/ducked away from the door, presenting my back to it and stepping away [Man makes strange movement].
Now here it comes. Because the server I was carrying weighs in at a hefty 30 kilos or so, my sudden movement to protect both myself and the machine in my arms caused me to overbalance [Man makes strange movement, then falls over like an idiot] and nearly fall. To counteract this I shot out my left leg in an effort to stay upright. You have naturally guessed what happens now in my story, and yes you're quite correct. The heavy door closes on my left foot, the metal encased point of it mashing into my poor ickle toe. Ouch.