you know how freud believed mistakes give clues into unconscious wishes? last, last night i was avoiding writing my final essay for englais, so i crocheted an ipod nano cover for my secret santa recipient for two hours and then got up to get more tea to stay awake. i was joyfully hopping down the stairs to the kitchen, and then i tripped and sprained my ankle. luckily my mug remained snug in my hand during the fall and is in perfect condition! it was hilarious... ridiculous... but i still think the time i busted my lip open on my roommate's chair while trying to lower my head so i could see the TV guide website on her laptop better was funnier. then i had to rest, ice, compress (not), and elevate for two hours, so i physically could not work on my essay. freud thinks i unconsciously wanted to get hurt, that jerkface. i tried using crutches for 10 minutes on the way to class, but all they did was give me some lovely bruises and scrapes in my arm pits. i will just hobble to class tomorrow. like HOUSE! which i watched for six hours on saturday. D: |