tipsy. literally.

as if the deoderant incident wasn't enough to shock me into careful, controlled movements, last night after leaving cav, having munched on heavenly fondue, coconut pot de creme, and spanish wine, i tripped on my own foot and took a tumble down market street. the upside: this was a very clean, non-homeless part of market. the downside: my ankle's swollen and painful, and i have to prop it up on a chair while i recruit focus groups all day. maybe you should just commit me now.