The inevitable happened this morning:
I fell down the stairs.
My apartment has two floors, connected by an old-fashioned iron spiral staircase, which I've mentioned before. I was sleep-deprived, trying to finish up this tax stuff AND shower before running out the door to an audition, and I must have taken it just a bit too fast...because I bashed the hell out of my left elbow, and ripped up one of my fingers (right on the pad, which made typing a ton of fun this afternoon).
I'm a little disappointed, only because I thought for sure that I would be drunk the first time it happened. Or at least escorting an attractive young woman down the stairs.
Stories coming t'm'row, I promise!