I did a dumb thing today. While walking back to my dad's car after buying dinner, I tripped and fell. On the road.

I cushioned part of the fall so I wouldn't land splendidly in an awkward fashion using my right palm but otherwise, most of the impact went straight to the knees. OUCH.

I got up, a little shocked, dusted the dirt off my palm and walked back to the car. A short while later my knees started burning.

Weee.. I bruised my knees.

Now it's bloody, I've skin scrapped off and erm the wounds won't stop secreting this bloody yellowish (meaning it's reddish and yellowish) liquid. And the liquid prevents the primapore from sticking properly, much less BandAid.

It better clot soon so I'm going to bed soon and I don't want to wake up with a comforter that has been absorbing the secretion for a night. Thinking about it makes me feel disgusted. Lol.

Anyway, my mum is home from Osaka. Which means I get a gooooooood break from the men in my house. I may not know how to work the washing machine, may not dare to hang the clothes to dry (I've been knocked on the head a couple of times by the bamboo poles my mum uses) BUT over the last 5 days, I've bathed my dogs, brushed their fur, cleaned up their poop, fed them, refilled the kettle when no one would (despite drinking less than a quarter of the water), washed the wok when the 2 men couldn't be bothered and ironed my own clothes. Not to mention I ABSOLUTELY hate ironing. If there is one thing I could choose not to do when it comes to household chores, ironing would be it. Mopping the floor comes 2nd (lol) and cooking third.

I'm about 200 pages into the first book Eragon. AH, 300 pages to go. And I'm not even anyway near the 2nd book. Plus the new term is starting and I have to go through the whole bidding crap again tomorrow. CRAP.