Yesterday, my dad put down a new plastic mat carpet...thing. You know what I mean. But it came from a roll, so wasn't flat. It kinda tripped up my feet, and I was rapidly heading for the floor.
As usual, I managed to not fall over, but I knocked shit off the coffee table, managed to not knock over the zen garden (Oh man, that would have sucked), somehow also managed to not spill more than a few drops of the soda in a glass I had, but I did manage to crack my leg *good* on the corner of the coffee table.
HUGE bruise just below my knee, and now, 24 hours later, it hurts like a bastard. >.<
But at least I didn't fall...