Awake awake

And here I am again. Fully wide awake. This is when my day starts. Sorry kids, I really do my best, and it's ok as long as I'm imparting knowledge in class. Just don't expect me to play football. I can't. But I think kids know, how they know I haven't a clue. Just as the perfect man knows. They don't batter me or beat me around, they give it easy on the physique to me. They kind of know that my body is sleeping, or resting at its best. Not now. And now, hey presto, I can feel the earlier fall. My ankle hurts, my neck hurts, and my unbelievably, my butt hurts. And it's not as if I didn't have a cushioned fall. Geeze it must have been bad, Mister is asking if I'm ok every five minutes. And I'm sorry to have scared a little person who was waiting for me. She's a damn bright as a button and precocious little person, but I think I must have gave her a fright. She was so concerned if I was ok. Awesome girl, love her to bits. I'm still sorry about the fright, she really didn't deserve it. But, selfishly, it's nice to have a little one come and see if you're ok. Although I'm still sorry, and I wouldn't have fallen if I had had the choice. Oh dear these little people have changed me so much. So so much. Right now I could probably do all the work I do in a whole day just in an hour. I'm that awake. And of course it's the time when the whole word will be sleeping. I think I'd be better off living in Canada.

Accident-flippin-prone

I've done it again. I've walked straight into a door. And just to blame it on someone, I have to blame it on my help who has polished the glass too much. Perfect, too perfect, because I just found myself getting my head banged. Lovely. And it's still not raining. And I'm not falling. I'm just walking into things now. It's not new, it's always been something like this. while the rest of the girls were cutely, tenderly and lady-likely truing out ballerina moves, I was getting my knee smashed in the playground. Or my head. Or everything else. Not cool. Although I remember it always suddenly felt much cooler because then I was given the blue ice-pack to put on my whatever I had smashed or banged. I still have the scars to prove it. Not very ladylikely. And I thought it was just kids who did all that, but life has proved that it still happens at 35. That either means it does not only happen to kids but also to adults, or else if it only happens to kids, then I'm a 35 year old child. Beautiful, except that there is no mummy to put iodine or whatever that foul smelling liquid was. Which is a good thing, since I never got to like the liquid and at least I don't have to deal with the physical pain along with the 'can't you ever watch where you're going' pain. Is it a system of balance? If it is I suck at the system. But then i probably such at all systems, I don't like system, I like my own which is very freelance, dreamy type of system. There I go, I can even answer my own questions now, and if that isn't being a moron I don't know what is. Maybe I just walk in a dream, like a drug/alcohol induced kind of stupour, only, I don't do drugs, and I don't hit the bottle either. Perhaps too much coffee, and Diet Coke, but those are supposed to be stimulants. I wonder in fear what it would be like without the stimulants then, then I'd just be falling flat on my face all the time. Or perhaps the problem is with me being a night owl. I cannot function well during the day, it's about 9 pm, I still have an hour to go before I am fully wide awake. So perhaps the accident proning is my body's way of telling me it's still too early. I don't know now. I'll know in an hour when I can reason things like a good smart adult. Not now.

It's not raining.... but I'm falling

I type here today and it's hard work. I've lost a fingernail and I'm really frustrated at it, but hell it could have been worse. Now I understand why rollerball pens are called rollerballs. It's because if you find one running around and happen to be unlucky to step on it, then you roll. Oh my dear, you really roll. And if it so happens that the rollerball pen is exactly placed (by the cats) on the highest step of the stairs and if it also so happens that you want to go down the stairs because people are waiting for you, then you'd better just leave the people waiting. I didn't. As it is, I should have, but I didn't. So apart from the people being treated to some shock therapy which they never banked on, I too, got the same thing. Only it was worse for me. And I just know that I floated in air, trying madly to grab a part of the stair banister, any part, but failing miserably, ending with a soft thud in the same position women are when giving labour. Of course I wasn't in labour, but almost in tears, tears for the embarrassment, tears for having torn of a fingernail, but no tears for pain. Amazing. My body took care of that, because I think it's made as it is to break all my falls which are numerous. Oh and thank God for my hair, it saved me from breaking my neck because it was all tied in a bun at the nape of my neck. Brilliant hairstyle. If you want to come out of a fall like that alive. And I did, after one whole storey of falling. It really felt like the falling Alice does in her wonderland, although I hate that fairytale. It really felt all so drug induced, because it felt like floating. Which is probably another good thing since I have discovered that bumping into air does not hurt one bit. Had I been wearing heels, they would have been seen as the culprit, but Nike Air? Not really something to be careful about. And I thought I was having a boring day. And life throws me a fantastic thing like that. But it's the law of the earth, and there is no way I am ever going to contest Newton. Now I just have to fix my fingernail...