Meanwhile, I’m trying to decide whether I had a good or bad day. Let’s take a look at it like this.
Good. Had a wonderful dream, involving me being the Pharaoh. I remained indolent (lazy, basically) and euphoric for the next few hours.
Good. 2 periods today, none of which involved any work.
Bad. Plenty of homework though.
Good. I actually did a front flip thingo. A couple of times, maybe half a dozen. You know, jumping forward, landing on your hands and bringing your legs over your head. Then again, success was at a 1:2 ratio.
Bad. I gave it one last shot before I got in the car, but I thought, "Try it with the blazer on. Why not?" I couldn’t rotate my arms properly and I stacked it, major time. It feels like I’ve fractured my wrist and broken my thumb on my left hand. Makes it a bitch to type.
Good. Attempted a dive roll, and sort of half got it a few times.
Bad. Didn’t get it the last time, when I jumped off a miniscule ledge and onto the grass. Picture trying to roll a cube, and you’ve got me attempting a dive roll.
Good. Jumped off the first floor balcony in front of the library, and onto the brick floor below. In my blazer, and all. Saxon saw me, and told Ian Raymond, so I think word might get around. Drat. When I climbed over the railing (I would have jumped over it and caught it on the way down, but my legs were shaky for some reason), this Year 10 who just walked out of the library stared at me with wide eyes.
"Goodbye, cruel world!" I cried melodramatically, and flung myself to the earth below.
Bad. Improper landing, accountable to the aforementioned shaky legs. Hurt my left knee and ankle reasonably badly.
Good. Caught a fly in mid-air. I just reached out and snatched it. Go me!
Bad. Problems with going to the city, tomorrow.
Good. Jupiter coming along nicely. I’m better at it than Perry, seeing as he hasn’t practiced at all, having left his music at school over the holidays.
Good. When stationery shopping- one of the few reliable joys in life.
Bad. I still feel like a sack of wet crap, because my wrist aches and my leg is sore. That’s my overall countenance, but I’m feeling a little cheery because it’s the weekend. I’ve wasted my afternoon though.
Overall, I guess I’m okay. I’m alive, I’m breathing, and I guess things can only look up from here. If you’ve read this far, thank you so much for caring. If not, well you weren’t obliged to. Cheers all the same.