Rachel made me break out in cold sweat last night.

I did my nightly rounds on the blogsphere and read Rachel's post, and then went to sleep. Then suddenly I had this dream that on the day of ball my suit couldn't fit and so I had to forfeit the ball. (Which I was quite willing to do in my dream). So I forced myself awake and rushed over to my cupboard (all this in the darkness) and grabbed my suit and rushed over to the switch panel, stubbing my toe along the way, and switched on one light. I then tried it on, and it fitted fine, so I put it back in (minus wrapping, cause I was lazy) and then put of the switch. And on the way back I couldn't see so I tripped over my beach-chair (yes, I have one in my room, dont ask me why), and then in the middle of tripping my feet got twisted over my exercise-ball and I started falling backwards.

And then my head hit my table edge and cracked open.


No, Im kidding! Sorry I made you cry =p

My head hit my bed actually, and my exercise ball started moving in the opposite direction, while I was grabbing the posts of my bed for dear life, so my body was being effectively stretched, and I was being stretched to my elastic limit, and I didn't know what to do, so I started wiggling my legs, but they wouldn't let go of the damn ball, but finally I managed to break free of its evil grasp, and the shock made the suspended part of my body fall downwards, but I did a somersault in mid air, and so managed to get into bed.


Gosh.


Stupid Rachel. Talking about alterations!

Bah =p



Off to my job now


Shocked? =p