And then go home, where I'll probably have to stand on the light rail with my backpack that's gotta be more than 50lbs today. HOORAY HORRIBLE DEATH WHEN I GET HOME, WHERE I MUST MAKE AN ENTIRE BAG OUT OF DUCT TAPE FOR TOMORROW! AND STUDY FOR MY HISTORY MIDTERM! I HATE COLLEGE!
Well, mostly I hate pain and the way I procrastinate. But, y'know, whatev.
In the meantime, I will sit through geography and try not to throw up on the particularly fierce pain surges, and hope that I didn't actually fracture anything (I doubt I did, given the particularly strong structure of my bones, and the fact that I could swear I've had worse falls without breaking anything).
...okay, it's been about fifteen minutes since I wrote all that. And the pain's not as sharp now, though I'm not 100% sure if it's because it simply hurts less, or I've gotten used to it (you can get used to anything, if you give it long enough; I had a pretty constant stomachache and migraine throughout middle school). Perhaps I shall survive! At least long enough to get into work and raid the admin office for some pain relievers...