A little Tidbit From My Day

So guys, I ended up falling down, maybe, 25 stairs. By falling, I mean I flew off the stairs while going down them, and when I finally landed, I was tripping and sliding the rest of the way down. How did I get into this predicament you ask? Well I needed to get on a train, and it was at the station already. So I bought my ticket, and to get to the platform, you gotta go down maybe 60 stairs or so. I was rushing, so I started going down really fast. I should also mention the fact that I was carrying a backpack and dragging a 45 pound bag. So I was rushing down these stairs, and all of the sudden, my bag gets ahead of me, I trip, and litterally fly off the stairs. I was pretty much “Oh Shii” at this point. Of course, one cannot stay in the air forever, and gravity took its course. I thought maybe I could land on a flat strech, but nope, I missed the flat strech, and landed on more stairs. Was it a good land atleast? Not in the least. My ankle rolled, and I fell down, and started slidding down the stairs. The train ticket FLEW out of my hand, into the sky. At this point, I hit my head so many times, I couldn’t even think. I finally got to the bottum of the stairs, and , ignoring all the pain momentarilly, I jumped into the train, right before the doors shut. My suitcase made it too, just FYI. Was there a point to this entry? No, but I thought maybe some of you could take comfort in the fact that I am in quite alot of pain right now. <3