L�esprit D�escalier

Aw, jeez. Not since wrenching my ankle in between two Edinburgh cobblestones have I felt as ridiculous as I did on Saturday night. Falling down a flight of stairs. Banging my head something fierce. Blood and everything. Completely ruining the great thifty find faux fur jacket. Utterly shaking my sense of piecemeal normalcy that I tried to fool myself through the weekend with. Let me just be honest now: This is going to be hard.

Shit. All but choking on the irony over here.