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Nah, I was hiding from other work by helping a co-worker who's retiring tomorrow fetch some personal effects from very ill-mannered file cabinets that had been buried behind the dismantled parts of a cubicle. I overestimated the stability of one such part, which tipped over (heavy). Unfortunately, it had a printer on it, and in the split second decision between leg and printer, I decided the printer probably cost more, caught the printer with my hands and caught the desk with my leg. Fortunately I drink my milk, as I have been directed to do so by many celebrities, so welts but no cracks. (Did that sound oddly S&M to anyone but me?)
I've got about 4 pages done in the paper, working up a good sweat. God I'm glad I don't have carpal tunnel. That would really suck. |
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